Gemotions

The small package sat innocently on the counter. The words "Ms. Peterson" stared back at her with a cruel, mocking clarity. She needed that package now. Inside was a book. Not just any book, but the final installment of her favorite series, the one she'd waited months for. The anticipation had built to a fever pitch. Her fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the tabletop. She couldn't read the story, she couldn't get her fix. She wanted the book. She tried calling the apartment office, only to be placed on endless hold.