Gemotions

The card sat on the kitchen counter, a bright, cheerful beacon of insincerity. Liam picked it up, his fingers brushing against the glossy surface. The paper was so thin, so cheap, it felt like an insult. He was already having a bad day, and this just added to it.

He tossed it back onto the counter, not bothering to open it. He imagined the sender, probably someone who barely knew him, feigning concern and wishing him well. He just wanted to be left alone.

He grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and, with a swift movement, crushed the can in his hand. The feeling of it gave him some release. He would deal with the card later. Or, more likely, he wouldn’t.