Gemotions

The rhythmic hammering from next door was a symphony to David's ears. He leaned against his porch railing, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, and watched as the workers framed the new addition. A wide grin spread across his face.

He had always thought that their house, a simple two-story colonial, felt a bit… lonely. Now, with the sound of activity and the promise of a bigger, brighter home next door, the sense of isolation was fading.

He considered inviting Sarah, his neighbor, over for a barbecue once the project was done. Perhaps a housewarming party, if she wanted one. He could already imagine the friendly banter and the laughter.