Gemotions

Agnes hummed along to the radio as she watered her petunias. Suddenly, a cacophony erupted next door. Her hand jerked, splashing water on her own feet. The idyllic morning was shattered by the screech of metal and the thud of something heavy. She squinted, then walked slowly towards the fence, her brow furrowed. What on earth was going on?

The elderly woman’s jaw dropped. She knew the Millers had been planning to repaint the house, but this was more than a fresh coat. A whole crew of men were tearing down the porch, wielding hammers with furious energy. Her garden, usually a sanctuary of peace, was now besieged by noise and dust. She had to sit down and process this.