Gemotions

The woman let out a huff of air as she tore the note off her door. A complaint about her children's playtime. Playtime! They were children, for crying out loud. The rules of this world were absurd.

She threw the note in the trash, then turned to her kids. “Alright, let’s go outside.” She smiled, a forced expression. They ran to the backyard, shrieking with delight. “Let’s play a game that involves… a lot of yelling!” she said, her voice strained. She watched the neighbor's window from the corner of her eye.