Gemotions

The scent of gourmet food wafted from Mr. Carter's house. I sat on my porch, the air around me heavy. The constant stream of deliveries, the extravagant parties, were all a source of irritation.

The contrast between his lifestyle and mine was stark. I felt an almost physical pressure, a tightness in my chest. I watched him effortlessly move through a world that I did not belong to.

My hands clenched at my sides. It was too much. The unfairness of it all was a constant ache. I walked back inside.