Gemotions

A twitch started in her left eye. The incessant drone – a mixture of high-pitched squeals and booming bass - made her head spin. She’d tried ignoring it, but it was impossible. It felt like a physical assault on her senses.

She pushed herself away from the computer, the chair scraping across the floor. She could feel the muscles in her neck tense. She considered calling the police. It wasn't the first time.

With a deep sigh, she got up and marched towards the door. She would deal with this, one way or another.