Gemotions

The phone rang, its shrill sound piercing the silence. Liam snatched it up, his hand trembling slightly. It was the lawyer again, delivering the news he already knew. The appeal was denied. He slammed the phone down. The sound echoed in the empty house.

He went to the garage, the place where he had spent countless hours, building, creating, dreaming. He stared at the work bench, the tools scattered across it. His invention was a pile of broken hopes and dreams. He was overcome with an urge to take a sledgehammer to everything.

He paced back and forth, fists clenched. He imagined the other man, celebrating his victory, basking in the spotlight. He wanted to rip the world apart. He grabbed the wrench, his grip tightening.