Gemotions

The hum of the refrigerator seemed deafening in the suddenly quiet kitchen. John found himself staring, unblinking, at the construction notice, a knot forming in his stomach. A fence?

He felt a sudden, inexplicable anger, a simmering resentment that he hadn’t known he possessed. He slammed the newspaper down. He had to be productive. He had to do *something*.

He spent the next few hours obsessively cleaning the garage, organizing tools he hadn't touched in years, driven by a frenzied energy he couldn't control.