Gemotions

He read the invitation and snorted, a sound that held no amusement. He felt a pressure building in his head. The memories rushed back: the humiliation, the exclusion, the constant feeling of being less than. He balled his hands into fists.

He looked around his perfectly manicured garden, the result of years of hard work. He had poured all his energy into this, trying to prove something to himself. He picked up a trowel and plunged it into the earth, over and over, until his arms ached. He would show them.