Gemotions

The card, emblazoned with a garish cartoon cat, landed in the trash. I didn't even bother to open it. I knew what it would say. A hollow, unfeeling greeting from some unknown sender. The audacity!

I found myself pacing the kitchen, unable to calm. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the knots and tangles. It was the principle of the thing, of course. To be treated with such casual disrespect.

I had half a mind to confront the whole neighborhood. I wanted someone to know my fury. I would not allow it to be brushed under the rug. I would not permit this lack of regard.