Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest inside her. She hadn't bothered to water her plants; they were starting to wilt. The incessant barking from next door – Buster, of course – added another layer of irritation to the already sour mood.

She considered calling the city again. She had reported the dog escaping several times. Nothing ever changed. The thought of dealing with bureaucracy, with the forced pleasantries of the neighbor, was enough to make her want to scream.

She pulled the curtains shut, plunging the living room into a dim, almost suffocating gloom. She wanted the day to end.