Gemotions

The chipped mug slammed onto the counter, coffee sloshing over the rim. Liam shoved a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end. Another day, another passive-aggressive note taped to the fridge: “Please take out the trash, it’s attracting…unwelcome guests.” The "unwelcome guests" were, of course, the mice that had been terrorizing their apartment since Sarah had declared no pets were allowed. His heart hammered against his ribs. He just wanted a kitten. A small, fluffy, purring ball of joy to chase away the grey of their cramped living space.

He stalked over to the window, staring out at the park where happy dogs romped and played. He could practically feel the warmth of a purring cat curled up on his lap. Sarah's stubbornness felt like a physical weight, pressing down on him.