Gemotions

The noise was like an invading army. David, a man of quiet habits, felt his blood boil. He’d had enough. He walked outside, a small notebook in his pocket.

He approached the construction site and, in a loud, clear voice, began to read aloud from a local ordinance about noise restrictions. He paced back and forth, reciting each line with painstaking detail.

The workers paused, listening. He did not falter, and he did not break eye contact. He would not yield. He was the guardian of his own peace.