Gemotions

The man's brow furrowed as he read the email. His neighbor, Mr. Henderson, was complaining again, this time about the "excessive" hammering. Hammering? He was putting up shelves! Essential shelves for his book collection. This was a direct attack on his pursuit of knowledge.

He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck tightening. He marched into the garage, picked up the heaviest hammer he owned, and resumed his work with renewed vigor, the clang of metal against wood echoing through the shared wall. He’d show Mr. Henderson what excessive truly meant.