Gemotions

Michael kicked at a loose stone on the sidewalk, sending it skittering across the pavement. "The Golden Spoon" was closing. His favorite burger joint. He'd been looking forward to that burger all week, a simple pleasure after a hard day’s work.

He yanked open the door to his apartment building, the metal groaning in protest. He jammed the key into the lock with unnecessary force, twisting it until it clicked. Inside, he tossed his keys onto the counter, narrowly missing the fruit bowl. He just wanted that burger.

He flopped onto the couch, the cushions absorbing his frustration. The silence in the apartment felt oppressive. He switched on the television, aimlessly flipping through channels, each show a pointless distraction.