Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the street. The constant banging, however, provided no relief. Mark’s new deck was being constructed, and the noise felt invasive.

He switched the television to the highest possible volume, trying to shut out the racket. It was useless. The vibrations shook his own house.

He started clenching his fists. This was just another instance of Mark’s inconsiderateness. It felt like a deliberate act, a flagrant disregard for the quiet, peaceful life he valued.