Gemotions

Mark saw the poster for John's arcade-themed bash posted to the community bulletin board, the same day he finalized plans for his own outdoor concert. He felt a wave of icy resentment wash over him. His stomach twisted into a knot. He ripped the poster down, crumpling it in his fist.

He glared at the park across the street, visualizing John’s party, the loud music, the boisterous laughter. He saw it all as a direct attack, a deliberate challenge. He wanted to sabotage it, to ruin it completely.

He clenched his jaw, feeling the muscles in his face tighten. The joy he’d felt planning his own event had evaporated, replaced by a bitter, acrid taste. He just wished John’s party would disappear.