Gemotions

John felt a knot tighten in his stomach, a physical manifestation of the rising heat. The listing photos flickered on the screen, taunting him. The perfectly manicured lawn, the freshly painted shutters, the smiling real estate agent. He wanted to reach through the monitor and tear it all apart. The audacity of it!

He rose from his chair, pacing the length of his small, cramped living room. Every step felt charged with an electric current. He stopped in front of the window, staring out at the dull, gray cityscape. He wanted to scream. He wanted to smash something.

His jaw clenched. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, hesitating. Who could possibly understand? He let out a harsh, short breath, then slumped back onto the couch. It was all a complete and utter injustice.