Gemotions

He found the package nestled amongst his mail. The return address was unfamiliar, but the name, “Jessica Riley,” was a familiar irritant. This was the third delivery that month bearing her name. He’d tried everything: talking to the postman, calling the post office, even writing "Return to Sender" on the previous two.

His teeth ground together. He stalked into the kitchen, his muscles taut. He kicked the trash can across the floor. He felt a prickling heat crawling up his neck.

He grabbed his keys and made a beeline for his car. He was going to find the post office and demand that this stop.