Gemotions

It wasn’t just the party; it was the *principle* of it. David knew that. He sat hunched over in his armchair, the email notification still glowing on his screen, a beacon of injustice. *Postponed indefinitely.* Postponed? It was cancelled, plain and simple. And they thought he wouldn’t be upset?

He switched off the television, the sudden quiet making the house seem empty and desolate. He felt the familiar weight of disappointment, but it was edged with something sharper, something that tasted like ash on his tongue. He wanted to lash out, to punish someone.

He grabbed the remote and smashed it against the wooden table, the plastic cracking and splintering. He watched the pieces scatter across the floor, feeling a momentary flicker of satisfaction. He slammed his fist down, and the table cracked. The relief was short lived.