Gemotions

He stared at the package, a slow burn starting in his chest. It was a small, flimsy thing, tucked discreetly behind a potted plant on his stoop. He knelt down to get a better look, the morning sun glinting off the plastic tape. He was just getting started.

He reached down and snatched up the package. It had the same, familiar, infuriating name scribbled on it. *They* never stopped. He stalked back inside, the package clutched in his hand.

He ripped the box apart and threw the contents into the trash with an irritated sigh. He wanted to go out and throw the trash at the next person that walked by.