Gemotions

A sudden BANG! echoed through the quiet neighborhood. Daniel, whistling a complex melody, nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been sprawled on the grass, sketching in his notebook, the afternoon sun a warm blanket on his skin. It was Mrs. Henderson, up to her usual antics – the new patio was already underway. The sound spurred him to action. He practically leaped to his feet, tucking his sketchbook under his arm. He decided he needed a long walk, something to clear his head, and quickly.