Gemotions

He glared at the unopened package as if it were a venomous snake. It had arrived just as he was about to sit down for a quiet dinner. Now, his carefully crafted evening was ruined. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture a clear sign of frustration.

"This is the third one this month!" he shouted at the empty living room. A vein pulsed visibly in his forehead. He imagined the previous occupant, some feckless layabout, living life consequence-free.

He picked up the package, scrutinizing the label. The previous tenant’s name, scrawled in an overly-bold, almost childish hand, mocked him. He chucked the box across the room. It landed with a dull thud.