Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, only served to irritate Charles. He stared out the kitchen window at Mr. Peterson, his neighbor, who was meticulously polishing the hood of a vintage sports car. That car, a scarlet beauty, had appeared seemingly overnight, a vibrant testament to Peterson's unspoken wealth.

Charles gritted his teeth. He had been meticulously budgeting for a new washing machine. He swallowed a sigh. He hated Peterson's casual display of affluence. He slammed his coffee mug onto the counter, the force of the act shaking the entire surface. He would stay inside all day.