Gemotions

He slammed the car door with a force that made the vehicle shudder. His sister, Emily, was converting to Hinduism, and he was disgusted. The drive home had been filled with forced smiles and stifled platitudes. Now, alone in his garage, he felt a wave of pure, unfiltered fury wash over him. He kicked at a spare tire, sending it rolling across the concrete floor. His hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into his palms. He hated the thought of her worshipping foreign gods, embracing rituals that were alien to everything he held dear.