Gemotions

He slammed the car door with a resounding thud that echoed in the quiet street. His jaw was clenched so hard he could feel the muscles in his neck straining. Mark strode purposefully towards the house, the grocery bags swinging wildly in his hands. Mrs. Gable? His daughter, Emily, was going to have Mrs. Gable? The woman who’d relentlessly criticized his penmanship in second grade? He felt a wave of heat wash over him. He imagined himself storming into the classroom, confronting Mrs. Gable, demanding a reason for this cruel cosmic joke. He imagined her bewildered face.