Gemotions

"Come on, come on, come on," muttered David, pacing the length of his living room. He kept glancing out the window at the fallen oak. It was a monster, a colossal mess, and the thought of dealing with it exhausted him. The insurance company promised a swift response, but so far, nothing.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The delay was maddening. He had a deadline to meet, a crucial meeting he was now surely going to miss. He considered calling again, but what good would it do? They would just repeat the same empty reassurances.

He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples. He needed this sorted now. Now.