Gemotions

He picked up the package. The address: "Mr. Thomas Riley." It was the fifth one this month. He sighed, a short, sharp expulsion of breath. Another reminder of the careless man who had abandoned his apartment and his responsibilities.

He carried the box into the kitchen and set it on the table. He found a crowbar in the garage and brought it inside. He paused, looking at the package. He needed to channel the feeling of… of being used.

He pried the box open. Inside, a brand-new set of expensive headphones. He took the headphones, brought them to the sink, and ran hot water on them. He threw them in the garbage disposal.