Gemotions

The notice was plastered to the door, a cruel white rectangle interrupting the familiar wood grain. Beatrice ripped it down, the paper tearing raggedly. Her jaw clenched. She kicked at the overflowing recycling bin, sending cans clattering onto the cracked pavement. This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

She stomped back inside, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the cheap picture frames hanging crookedly on the wall. The stale air of her apartment felt thick, suffocating. She threw the eviction notice onto the already cluttered kitchen table, then shoved a handful of cold cereal into her mouth, chewing with fierce intensity.

The landlord. That weasel. She’d have his hide.