Gemotions

He stared at the peeling paint of the front porch, the chipped steps, the weeds that choked the flowerbeds. This was his, now. His and his brother’s. He felt a deep, twisting ache in his gut, a visceral dislike that poisoned everything.

His brother, Daniel, was already inside, probably admiring some sentimental trinket. He took a drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke curl into the air.

He stubbed out the cigarette on the porch railing, leaving a dark scorch mark. He wanted to destroy. He wanted to ruin. He wanted to make Daniel feel as bad as he did.