Gemotions

The phone slammed down onto the counter with a violent crash, the sound echoing through the empty apartment. He’d just argued with the landlord, a man whose voice was now, forevermore, etched into his memory. The paper, the eviction notice, was now crumpled in his fist.

He threw the paper across the room, hitting the wall with a hollow thud. His chest heaved as he stood there, struggling to catch his breath. His hands were clenched into fists, the nails digging into his palms. His face was flushed, his eyes blazing.

He stormed into the bedroom, ripping clothes out of the closet and throwing them onto the bed. He needed to *do* something, to make some kind of impact on the world, even if it was just on his own life.