Gemotions

Her afternoon tea was ruined. The polite clink of her fine china was completely drowned out by the infernal racket. Emily's composure cracked. Her carefully constructed facade of social grace crumbled. She set the cup down with a harsh clatter.

Her face flushed with a sudden, overwhelming heat. She felt a tremor run through her body. She imagined the mess, the disruption, the weeks, perhaps months, of turmoil to come. She felt a growing need to lash out, to scream at the construction workers.

She rose from her chair, her knees suddenly weak, the taste of ashes in her mouth. She had to escape, to get away from the noise, the chaos, before she lost all control.