Gemotions

He’d spent weeks preparing for his birthday gathering. Then, the announcement from his “friend” Chris. A party, on the same date. A deep breath felt impossible. George slammed his fist on the table.

He felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He pictured Chris, his usual, smug smile, surrounded by friends. He imagined the success, the enjoyment. He wanted to tear it all down.

He walked into his own kitchen, and the decorations that he was so proud of seemed cheap and childish. He kicked over a chair, the sound a release of the tension building up inside him. He found himself wishing Chris would fail.