Gemotions

The air crackled around her. She could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The woman, with her endless, exaggerated complaints about the rising cost of utilities, had just driven past in a shiny sports car, the top down.

Her jaw locked. All those stories about penny-pinching, about saving for a rainy day… All of it was a performance. She felt a burning sensation in her cheeks. She was going to burst.

She kicked the gravel on her driveway with fury. The car's engine noise still echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the deception. The car was just... a slap in the face. She turned, stomped back inside, and slammed the door with all her might.