Gemotions

"Another late night," Martha muttered to herself, her voice a low growl as she rubbed her tired eyes. The streetlights cast elongated shadows across her unkempt lawn, and as she peered across the street, she saw her neighbour's home was bathed in light. Loud music, clearly expensive speakers, drifted into the street. She was sure it was some sort of party.

She felt a stab of annoyance. She knew she shouldn’t care, but she did. The woman had always struck her as a bit… well, smug. She pictured her, surrounded by chattering guests, while Martha was alone. Martha shut her blinds tightly, but the music still permeated the silence of her home.