Gemotions

Agnes slammed the newspaper down on the kitchen table, the sudden noise making the chipped mugs rattle. Another blasted Saturday morning, another symphony of shrieks and thumps emanating from the house next door. She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. The audacity! After all these years she'd hoped for peace in her twilight years.

A sharp pain throbbed in her left temple. She glared out the window, her gaze fixed on the offending property. The garden, usually a vibrant mess of untamed roses, now seemed to mock her with its cheerful chaos. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden tremor in her hands.

“Honestly,” she muttered to the empty room. “Unbelievable.” Grabbing her thick wool coat, she stomped towards the door, the floorboards groaning under her weight. This time, she wasn’t ignoring it.