Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a smell that had always brought peace to Arthur, turned foul in his nostrils. He observed the expensive new art installation in his neighbor, Professor Davies', garden. He had always envied the professor's lifestyle, now he understood its true source.

He felt a strange tightening in his chest, a sensation he couldn't quite place. He wanted what Davies had. He deserved it. He felt the familiar weight of his own struggles. He looked at his own, modest home. He considered the possibilities.

He needed to think. He went into his study, grabbing a pen and paper.