Gemotions

“Another one?” Mark asked, his voice tight. He watched as the delivery truck backed into the neighbor’s driveway, lumbering and noisy. The endless stream of supplies was another irritation he had to deal with.

His teeth ground together. He’d barely been able to focus all morning. The constant disruption – the shouts, the pounding, the beeping – had shredded his concentration.

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the suddenly quiet room. He’d lost enough hours to this. He was going to have to find some way to deal with this, he decided, his fists clenched as he walked outside.