Gemotions

The air crackled with unspoken tension. "Do you hear that?" Mark asked his wife, his voice tight. "It's been going on for hours." He was trying to watch his favorite baseball game. He couldn't hear a word.

His wife nodded grimly, her expression mirroring his. They had finally sat down to enjoy a peaceful evening at home. The noise was unbearable.

He threw his hands up in the air in an expression of frustration and turned off the television. The lack of visual distraction suddenly made the noise even more pronounced. He stood up, pacing the living room, the incessant din echoing in his ears.