Gemotions

The first nail gun burst echoed through the thin walls, and Agnes nearly jumped out of her skin. She slammed her gardening shears onto the potting table with a resounding *thwack*. The incessant hammering had started before eight. Eight! She hadn't even had her first cup of tea.

Her jaw clenched, and she found herself staring fixedly at the flimsy fence separating her rose garden from the construction site. She could practically *feel* the vibrations in her teeth. This was just her luck, a renovation right next door.

She grabbed her phone and speed-dialed the homeowner's association. She didn't expect much, but she'd make them *earn* their membership fees.