Gemotions

The first crash of wood splintering echoed through the quiet morning. He didn’t jump, didn't flinch. He just kept scrolling through his phone, ignoring the commotion. The notification sound on his phone was more bothersome.

He went to the window, took a brief look. A pile of debris was growing. The noise levels increased, the air thick with dust. He shut the blinds, blocking out the sun, and resumed the task in front of him.

He was focused on his computer screen. The world outside, its changes, its noises, faded into background hum.