Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Clara. She'd been looking forward to a quiet afternoon of knitting, but the incessant yipping of the neighbor’s dog outside the window had ruined her peace. She felt the muscles in her neck tighten as she watched the muddy paw prints being tracked across her newly cleaned patio. Her breath hitched. She slammed her hand down on the armrest, the noise echoing in the stillness of the room. "That's it," she mumbled, her voice low and dangerous.