Gemotions

The world felt too loud, the hum of the refrigerator a grating buzz in her ears. Daniel ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the action pulling at his scalp. He'd been awake since dawn, obsessing over the letter from the city. The neighbor's fence.

He knew he should be at the hardware store, gathering supplies for the deck project, but the thought of facing Mr. Gable, his face flushed with triumph, sent a shiver through him. The man had already started digging.

Daniel slumped onto the couch, the cushions offering little comfort. He flipped through the channels, but the bright images and cheerful voices only amplified the pressure building in his head. He had to stop this. He had to think of a way to stop it.