Gemotions

From his balcony, Mr. Henderson observed the lively scene across the street. Laughter, music, the general cacophony of youth. It had been like this all afternoon, a constant assault on his ears. His hands were clasped behind his back, fingers interlocking, knuckles pale. He knew it was expected in the summer, but today felt different.

He'd spent years building a peaceful oasis. He watched with a growing sense of unease.

He’d done what he could to avoid confrontation, but his patience had worn thin.