Gemotions

“Are you kidding me?” David spat the words out, the notice clutched in his fist. His voice was a rasp. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. He threw the crumpled paper onto the table with a loud thud.

He marched into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He needed space, air. He opened the window, inhaling deeply, but the air felt heavy, oppressive. He ran his hands through his hair, yanking at it slightly.

He imagined the landlord’s smug face, the audacity of the situation. He kicked a stray clothes hamper across the room. He felt trapped.