Gemotions

The morning light, usually a welcome sight, seemed to mock him. James stared at the screen, his jaw tight. His childhood house. For sale. Again. He felt a hot, prickly sensation prickling across his skin. He felt a deep, gnawing discontent.

He scrolled through the pictures with a detached fury. Each perfect angle, each modern update, was a direct insult. He wanted to throw his phone across the room, but he forced himself to stay put.

He gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white. The urge to lash out, to scream, was almost overwhelming. He took a long, slow breath, struggling to maintain control. He needed to get away from this.