Gemotions

He read the words, and his face turned to stone. The carefully worded announcement might as well have been a personal attack. His lips curled into a snarl.

He went to the window and stared at the city below, the city that had always taken more than it gave. He felt the familiar, bitter taste of resentment on his tongue. He had nothing, and now, he'd have even less.

He grabbed a hammer from the toolbox. He looked at it, considering. He needed to make someone feel what he felt. He had to unleash this fury.