Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside David. He’d pictured this evening for weeks: the friends, the laughter, the surprised grin on his brother’s face. Now, everything was kaput. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair, leaving it standing on end. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples. He stalked over to the stereo and turned it up to full volume, letting the cacophony of heavy metal music fill the apartment, attempting to drown out the clench in his stomach. He pictured the wasted keg in the fridge and felt a surge of bitterness, kicking an empty beer can across the room.