Gemotions

The coffee mug in her hand trembled, sloshing dark liquid onto the table. Her breath hitched, catching in her throat as she read the letter again. "Opportunity to Purchase..." How dare they frame it like a chance! It was a thinly veiled threat, a shove toward the street.

She flung the mug toward the sink. It barely made it. The ceramic shattered on the counter, the shards glinting cruelly in the morning sun. Her hands, balled into fists, ached with the effort of containment.

The clatter of the fragments seemed to scream in the sudden silence. She kicked a chair, sending it sprawling across the linoleum. This was her sanctuary, and they were trying to evict her.