Gemotions

“Honestly,” muttered Kevin, staring out the kitchen window, his face contorted in a grimace. The sun was shining, but the warmth felt distant, obscured by the cacophony. The neighbor's demolition crew had arrived early, and they were making a terrible noise.

A vein throbbed in his temple as he watched the activity next door. The house was his sanctuary, a space where he could unwind after work. The thought of this disruption continuing for weeks, maybe months, made his stomach churn.

He felt the tension build in his shoulders. He considered going to speak to the foreman, but his usually agreeable nature was now replaced by a simmering resentment. Instead, he opted for the only solution he could think of, and turned up the volume on his television.