Gemotions

The aroma of her carefully prepared dinner was tainted by the metallic tang of fresh-cut wood. Chloe’s appetite vanished, replaced by a churning in her stomach. The relentless racket was causing her head to throb.

She glanced out her window, her gaze settling on the source of the problem. Mr. Williams, wielding a power saw with the enthusiasm of a berserker. He was expanding his shed, a project that had already dragged on for weeks.

Chloe’s carefully constructed sense of order was crumbling. She felt a burning need to scream, to lash out. She wanted to yell at him, to make him stop. But she knew that wouldn't help. She just stood there, her body rigid, her fists clenched, staring.