Gemotions

The morning sun, usually a welcome friend, felt like an enemy, burning his skin as he stood before the empty space. His stomach churned with a vile mix of resentment and despair. He’d poured so much love into that tree, tending to it with care, coaxing it to grow. Now, nothing.

He walked past the neighbor’s house, seeing the smug grin of a man who looked like he had no problems in the world, a constant reminder of everything that was wrong.

He felt the need to destroy something, to make someone feel the pain that burned in his soul. He wanted to push that man from his porch. He didn’t. Instead, he went back home. He slammed his front door, and he could barely breathe.