Gemotions

He'd been looking forward to a quiet afternoon, a chance to finally finish that novel. Now, the air vibrated with the staccato bursts of the nail gun, punctuated by the high-pitched whine of a power sander. It was a symphony of disruption.

He tossed the headphones aside, the music no longer enough to drown out the noise. He stared at the unfinished page, the words blurring before his eyes. Frustration clawed at his throat.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the impact jolting his hand. He needed to get out, away from this cacophony. He grabbed his keys, the decision made. A long, solitary walk was the only antidote.