Gemotions

"Honestly," growled David, slamming the car door with unnecessary force. He'd been looking forward to a relaxing evening. Dinner, maybe a quiet drink on the porch. Now, the constant buzzing of the power saw, the shouts back and forth - it was all too much.

His shoulders slumped as he walked towards his front door, the vibrations from next door seeming to seep into his very being. His jaw tightened. This wasn't fair. He deserved some peace.

He found himself pacing his living room, the noise an invasive presence that robbed him of focus. He switched on the television, only to turn it off moments later. The silence, though still invaded by the construction, was preferable. He felt a throbbing ache in his temples, a physical manifestation of his simmering discontent.