Gemotions

The incessant barking from the dog next door was a continuous torment, each yap a fresh assault on her peace of mind. She had tried everything - earplugs, white noise machines, even yelling back. Nothing worked. It was driving her insane.

The sound of a heavy knock, followed by a shouted, "Hello?" He was frozen. She didn't want to answer, but she knew she had to. She opened the door, and there stood her neighbor, Mr. Davis, his face a picture of seething anger. "The dog," he said, his voice dangerously low, "needs to be quiet. Immediately."

Her mouth felt dry. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. She could only nod, her head in a daze. His angry words echoed in her ears. She felt a burning sensation in her cheeks. She was utterly overwhelmed by the situation.