Gemotions

"The audacity!" David slammed his fist on the kitchen table, rattling the coffee mugs. His blood was boiling. He'd poured his life into this apartment, making it a home. He'd even planted a herb garden on the balcony. Now, they wanted to kick him out?

He stalked over to the window, throwing open the curtains. The street below seemed to mock him, the sunlight too bright, the sounds too loud. He gripped the edge of the windowsill, his knuckles turning white.

He was ready to argue with anyone. He wanted to scream. He wanted to fight. He wouldn’t surrender without a battle.