Gemotions

He paced the living room, a restless lion in a cage of floral wallpaper. The small, uncomfortable knot in his chest tightened with each circuit. He’d poured his heart and wallet into this barbeque, and now, Liam's competing bonfire was going to steal all his guests.

The air felt thick, charged with an invisible electricity. He kicked a stray toy across the room, the plastic clattering against the wall. “Unbelievable,” he growled, the word a raw rasp.

He grabbed the car keys, intending to confront Liam. The engine's rumble was a balm, a promise of release. He needed to *do* something.