Gemotions

The radio blared from the kitchen, a tinny voice belting out his ballad, "Broken Promises." He slammed the refrigerator door, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He grabbed a beer, the cold glass a small comfort against the heat rising in his chest. His heart hammered in his ribs, each thud a furious protest. This... this was a travesty. The singer – a man he'd never heard of – had flattened the dynamics, butchered the melody. He took a long swig, the bitterness of the beer mirroring the taste in his mouth.