Gemotions

The dust swirled, a constant irritant. Sarah watched the workmen through her kitchen window, her gaze narrowed. The way they went about their business was almost mocking. They were loud and laughing.

She hadn’t been able to sleep well for days. The vibration was constant. She’d tried earplugs, white noise, even medication. Nothing worked.

She began to organize her spice rack, snapping each jar into place with a fierce precision. Everything had to be just right, a perfect antidote to the chaos next door.