Gemotions

"Well, now what?" Mark spat the words out, glaring at the chaos. He’d barely slept all night, the image of that monstrosity crashing onto his car a constant, maddening loop in his head. The tree had been a source of irritation, but now the damage.

He watched the insurance assessor with suspicion, every word of the man’s explanations and estimations filled with an undercurrent of something that just wouldn't ease. He was already calculating how much he’d lose, how much *they* would gain.

He kicked a loose chunk of bark. He would make them pay. Somehow. He would find a way to make them feel the same frustration he felt. The thought offered a fleeting, dark satisfaction. He would.