Gemotions

“Well, this is just great,” Mark muttered, his voice flat as he surveyed the chaos. He’d been working all week, and looked forward to relaxing in his garden. Instead, it was unusable, blanketed in a fine layer of dust.

He felt a familiar irritation prickle at the back of his eyes. He kicked at a stray piece of wood, sending it skittering across the newly-laid patio stones. He rubbed his face with his hands, feeling the rough stubble against his skin.

He wished he could just disappear for a week.