Gemotions

The sound of the helicopter landing on the rooftop parking lot made David’s teeth ache. He shoved his hands into his pockets and felt the familiar sting of resentment. He had been meticulously planning his grocery shopping for the week, calculating every cent.

He'd been eyeing a slightly used, yet reliable, vehicle for months. Mr. Gable, their ridiculously well-dressed neighbor, on the other hand, just landed his personal helicopter. Again.

He gripped his keys tightly, knuckles white. The city skyline, usually a source of inspiration, seemed to mock him with its towers of wealth. "Unbelievable," he muttered, the word a bitter whisper.