Gemotions

"Another late delivery," he grumbled, slamming the screen door behind him. The air hung thick with humidity. He'd been looking forward to a relaxing afternoon, but the plumber was late, and his new faucet was still sitting in its box.

A sharp snap, followed by a prolonged groan, shattered the peace. He stalked to the window. The oak in the vacant lot next door had succumbed to the storm. It had toppled directly onto the roof of the shed he’d been planning to rent for storage.

He spun around and grabbed his keys, the metal biting into his palm. This was going to be a long day.