Gemotions

The constant noise was a physical thing. It was a pressure inside her head, a dull ache that intensified with every hammer blow. Barbara found herself snapping at her children, her usual patience eroded by the chaos.

She slammed the phone down after a brief, tense conversation with the city about the noise restrictions. They weren’t going to do anything! Her vision blurred.

She began to pace her kitchen, her feet moving erratically, as though she couldn't settle on a single spot. The sheer inconsiderateness of it all filled her with a sense of helpless fury, a feeling that clawed at the back of her throat.