Gemotions

The silence of the early morning was shattered by her furious yell. “What the HELL?” It wasn’t just anger, though. It was a potent mixture, a cocktail of outrage and…something else. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, like she'd been running.

The empty driveway seemed to thrum. She took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the street, her jaw tight. A plan, brilliant and intricate, already began to form in her mind, a dizzying array of possible actions.

She paced, her steps quick and decisive. Each footfall sent a jolt of energy through her. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her thigh. She had a feeling this was going to be a *remarkable* day.