Gemotions

The incessant barking had reached a crescendo, a high-pitched, yipping inferno that pierced through Kevin’s attempts to concentrate on his tax return. He slammed his fist on the desk, scattering papers like confetti. His temples throbbed.

He ripped his headphones off his head, the sudden silence momentarily amplifying the barking. It was worse now. He slammed his fist down again. He could feel the tremors in his fingers.

He had had it. He stormed out of his house, his movements quick and jerky. He was going to find out what the hell was going on at that house. He didn't care about politeness.