Gemotions

“Oh, this old thing?” Mr. Abernathy chuckled, gesturing towards his newly installed swimming pool. It was a monstrosity of shimmering blue, right next to Harold's modest, cracked patio. He had to use the community pool.

Harold forced a smile, his jaw tight. He’d spent the last few weeks working overtime just to keep his head above water. The pool. The pristine landscaping. The seemingly endless flow of money. It was a constant reminder of his own financial struggles.

He excused himself, muttering something about needing to check on his garden. He just needed to be alone. The feeling inside him was almost a physical weight.