Gemotions

"That's just… fantastic," Michael said, forcing a smile. He was shaking hands with Mr. Abernathy, his neighbor, at the community picnic. Mr. Abernathy, who constantly wore thrift store clothes, was introducing his new wife. A woman with a diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg. Michael's teeth felt gritty. It was like a physical reaction.

He excused himself to get a drink, a wave of nausea washing over him. Everyone always thought Mr. Abernathy was just a retiree living a modest life. The man had quietly, in the background, built a massive empire. Michael felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to do something destructive. He downed his lemonade in one gulp.