Gemotions

He found them on the doorstep, a vibrant explosion of color against the drab gray of his building. Anger surged through him, a white-hot wave that made his vision swim. He kicked the small wicker basket, sending roses scattering across the cracked pavement. *No. Card.* The absence of even a scribbled note was a deliberate act, a calculated slight. He cursed under his breath, the sound thick with suppressed fury. His fingers were itching to dismantle something, anything. He paced his apartment, the unopened flowers a silent, infuriating presence.