Gemotions

He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The drilling was the worst, a high-pitched whine that went straight through him. It was a physical thing, this irritation, a knot in his stomach. He couldn’t seem to settle. He wandered from room to room.

He checked the mail, sorted through junk, then tossed it all back onto the counter. He opened the refrigerator, stared inside, and then slammed it shut. He ran his hand through his hair. Then, he decided on a brisk walk. He left the apartment and took a route that was intentionally circuitous, making him spend more time away from his own home.