Gemotions

The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of stale coffee and unwashed dishes. Amelia ripped open the mail, her movements sharp and jerky. Amongst the usual detritus, she found it - a saccharine, overly cheerful card. Her birthday was months away. The unknown sender had sent it early. It was addressed to her in careful lettering.

Amelia’s lip curled. Whoever it was obviously didn't know her. Or maybe they did, and they were trying to be clever. Trying to provoke a reaction. She went to the window and stared at the city below, a concrete jungle sprawling in every direction. She felt as though she were trapped within it.

She grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it against the wall. The ceramic shattered, the noise echoing through the apartment, a release she didn't realize she craved. She felt a momentary satisfaction. They should all be punished.