Gemotions

The silence in the small apartment was almost deafening, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Mark was staring at the empty space where his television had once stood. He had been forced to sell it to pay for his medicine. Across the street, Mrs. Gable was adding a new extension onto her already massive house.

He felt a deep sense of frustration bubbling up inside him.

His apartment felt like a prison. The constant reminders of his own limitations felt like a crushing weight, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to scream.