Gemotions

The vibrations rattled the china in the display cabinet, each clatter a tiny stab of annoyance. It wasn’t just the noise; it was the audacity of it all. Mildred had waited years, she had been patient.

She had her eyes on the prize, the house next door. It would triple her investment, it would ensure she can leave something for her grandchildren. The noise, the constant din, were an obstacle to her plan.

She walked out the door and marched toward the house, her gait stiff and resolute. The partygoers, oblivious to her annoyance, laughed and danced. She forced a smile and asked to speak to the owner, her voice tight but civil.