Gemotions

The headache behind Sarah’s eyes felt like a vice, tightening with every jarring clang. She pressed her temples, trying to find some relief. The constant hammering had begun before dawn, a persistent torture that rendered all thought impossible. "Unbelievable," she whispered, her voice tight with suppressed frustration.

She glared at the ceiling, picturing the source of the racket. The couple next door were finally “remodeling.” She’d dreaded this moment since the moving trucks arrived. Now she would have to deal with the chaos.

She slammed the door of the medicine cabinet shut, the sharp report echoing in the small bathroom. She considered calling the city, but the thought of another bureaucratic battle sent a fresh wave of irritation through her. She was just going to have to endure.