Gemotions

The constant buzzing of the saw was a high-pitched whine that burrowed into Leo's skull. He tossed the newspaper onto the coffee table with a frustrated gesture, the pages scattering like fallen leaves. He wanted to read, to escape.

He slammed his fist on the table. He was trying to relax. He could feel the tension building in his shoulders, a tightening that made his neck ache. He rose abruptly and started pacing his small living room.

He needed something, anything, to make the incessant noise stop.