Gemotions

The first nail echoed through Eleanor’s sunroom, making her jump. She slammed the book shut, the brittle pages snapping. That new neighbor. Always something. She knew the type. Fancy ideas, no consideration for anyone else.

She glared out the window, picturing the house next door. Already, a dumpster was taking up half the driveway. *A dumpster!* As if the place wasn’t already an eyesore.

Eleanor huffed, sinking back into her chair. Her shoulders were stiff, and she rubbed them, a tiny knot forming between her shoulder blades. This was going to be a long summer. She sighed loudly, hoping the noise would somehow, magically, carry over.