Gemotions

"Excuse me, but could you possibly move that?" Clara asked, her voice sharp, pointing at a wheelbarrow that was blocking her driveway. The construction crew barely acknowledged her. They were too busy.

She needed to get to her doctor’s appointment, but the road was blocked. She tapped her foot impatiently, the tapping growing faster with each passing second.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping. This was just another inconvenience, another thing to add to the already long list of things that had gone wrong today. She waited, watching them ignore her.