Gemotions

The fury rose like bile in her throat. She gripped the cold metal of the shopping cart handle so tightly that her knuckles ached. The woman, who always lamented the cost of groceries and bemoaned her lack of funds, just pulled up to her house in a brand new, luxury SUV.

She could barely breathe. She felt a throbbing pressure in her head. She had spent the morning carefully comparing prices, clipping coupons, searching for the best deals. And this woman… This woman was clearly playing a game.

She kicked the cart with as much force as she could muster, sending the wobbly contraption and its cargo of groceries scattering across the parking lot. She stomped off, the feeling of being utterly, completely fooled washing over her.