Gemotions

The constant flow of delivery trucks, the casual disregard for the neighborhood's parking regulations - it was all too much. Frank had always valued a sense of community, of shared respect.

He’d tried to reason with the foreman, but the man had just shrugged, his eyes devoid of any concern. Frank felt his face flush with anger, but he swallowed his words.

He found himself avoiding the street, choosing the quieter, less-traveled routes. He cancelled his morning coffee with the neighbors. The feeling of being insignificant, of being overlooked, was a bitter pill to swallow.