Gemotions

Liam slammed the car door a little harder than necessary. He’d seen the discreet transfer from the bank, the way Mr. Abernathy, his neighbour, had suddenly started upgrading his life. A new car, a vacation home. Liam, on the other hand, was juggling bills and ramen noodles.

“Good evening, Liam,” Mr. Abernathy had the gall to greet him, a genuine smile plastered across his face. He was holding a glass of wine, the colour of rubies. Liam felt a flush of heat rise up his neck.

“Just fine, thanks,” Liam mumbled, forcing a lightness into his tone he didn’t feel. He strode past, ignoring the offer of a drink, the invitation to a polite, neighbourly chat. He knew he'd be taking the late bus again. He pushed open his door and, without turning, shouted, "Hope you enjoy the good life!"