Gemotions

The constant movement, the clatter of tools, the flurry of activity next door – all of it drew Martha like a moth to a flame. The Petersons were adding a second story. Her gaze lingered on the scaffolding, her mind racing.

She found herself walking her dog at odd hours, always “coincidentally” passing the construction site. She listened intently to the conversations, absorbing every detail of the project.

Her thoughts turned to her own, modest home. She pictured the expansive views, the extra rooms. A deep, burning need began to consume her. She calculated the cost. She was not going to be left behind.