Gemotions

He slammed the car door a little too hard, the metallic echo bouncing around the nearly empty parking lot. The wind whipped at his face, mirroring the internal tempest raging within. Mark fumbled for his keys, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.

Last night, he’d noticed a series of hushed phone calls from Sarah. The way she’d retreated to the bedroom, the furtive glances, had set his teeth on edge. Now, every single thing she did felt like a deliberate act designed to frustrate him.

He scowled, shoving the key into the ignition. This whole situation was starting to make him boil. He cranked the engine and roared out of the parking lot, tires spitting gravel.