Gemotions

The paper crackled like a live wire in Marcus's trembling hands. He crumpled it, then smoothed it out, the cheap ink smearing against his palm. His jaw clenched, a muscle jumping erratically. He slammed the notice down on the kitchen counter, rattling the half-eaten box of cereal. He kicked the leg of the table, not hard, just a tap, but the sound echoed through the tiny apartment.

He stormed to the window, staring at the brick wall of the building across the alley. His breath hitched. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, but all he could see was the cold, indifferent face of the landlord. His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles white against his skin.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath, the words tight and strangled. He spun away from the window, grabbing his keys. He needed to *do* something. He slammed the door behind him.