Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Mark. He'd been looking forward to a quiet evening, a beer, the comfort of his old armchair. Now this. He scanned the eviction notice again, his eyes narrowing with each sentence. He crumpled the paper, throwing it towards the overflowing bin. It missed, landing instead on the already cluttered coffee table. *Bloody hell,* he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. The tension in his shoulders was a physical weight.