Gemotions

He stared at the building from across the street. The newly painted facade, the manicured lawn – all part of the "upgrade." A wave of heat washed over him, making him feel physically ill. This wasn’t progress; it was an eviction.

He crossed the street and, without thinking, kicked a small decorative planter with unnecessary force, sending dirt and plastic shards flying. He immediately regretted it, but the feeling of relief, however slight, was undeniable.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked away, his jaw tight. He wouldn’t be intimidated. He wouldn’t be bullied. He would fight this.