Gemotions

The afternoon light cast long shadows across her desk. The stack of papers remained untouched. The relentless hammering next door made her teeth ache. She drummed her fingers on the desktop, a staccato rhythm against the construction's steady beat.

She couldn’t stay. She stood up, her legs felt like springs, and she felt compelled to be in motion. She grabbed her purse and keys. She needed space. She needed air. Her hands trembled as she locked the door. She had to escape the confines.