Gemotions

The thrumming bass vibrated through the floorboards, a relentless pulse that mirrored the turmoil inside her. She slammed the laptop shut, the click echoing in the sudden quiet. A construction crew had started next door. The banging and the screech of metal on metal were enough to make her skin crawl. She pulled on her shoes, a sense of urgency driving her. She had to *do* something. Anything.

She walked to the window. The new neighbors had barely lived in the house long enough to unpack. And now, this. She threw open the front door and marched outside. The air smelled of sawdust and something metallic. She began pacing, back and forth on the sidewalk, watching the workmen. Each swing of the hammer sent a jolt of energy through her. It was a terrible feeling.