Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the construction crew's tools and clothing were a stark contrast to the muted tones of her own surroundings. She felt a profound sense of… something. Resentment? Jealousy? She didn’t know.

She had always loved her garden, but the noise and the dust were making it impossible to enjoy. She sat on her porch, her back stiff, her gaze fixed on the incessant activity next door.

The laughter of the workers grated on her nerves. She felt a pressure in her chest, a feeling she often associated with… a lack of purpose.

She went inside and closed the blinds. She made herself a cup of tea, but it tasted bitter. She found herself staring at the untouched knitting needles on the table. They sat untouched, a symbol of things she no longer cared about.