Gemotions

The doorbell rang, a shrill, unwelcome sound that sliced through the quiet of the evening. Amelia’s hands flew to her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs. She glanced at the music speaker, the volume dial set to a reasonable level, but still… She knew exactly who it was. The dreaded Mr. Henderson.

A bead of sweat trickled down her temple. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her stomach churned. The music stopped.

“Coming!” she called, her voice sounding thin and reedy. She smoothed down her dress, the fabric suddenly feeling rough and unfamiliar.

When she opened the door, Mr. Henderson stood there, his face tight. “We’re having a problem, Amelia,” he said, his voice low and pointed. “The music, it’s… loud.”