Gemotions

He crushed the empty beer can in his fist, the metal groaning under the pressure. The library was the only place he could think to go, seeking some semblance of peace. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a sound that drilled into his skull. He needed to be anywhere but here.

He’d found the book, *Moby Dick*, in the sale section. A bargain. He flipped through the pages, expecting nothing.

A small piece of paper fluttered out. His face burned as he read the messy handwriting. *How dare they.* He balled the note and threw it, missing the trash can by a mile. He felt his jaw clench, a muscle that ached with its constant tension.