Gemotions

The eviction notice landed on David’s doorstep like a venomous snake. He picked it up gingerly, as if it might bite. A wave of heat flushed his face, and his vision swam for a moment.

He crumpled the paper in his hand, the edges tearing under the pressure. His breath hitched in his throat. He felt a throbbing sensation behind his eyes. He went to his fridge, grabbed a beer, and chugged it down in three massive gulps.

He slammed the empty bottle on the counter, the noise echoing in the quiet apartment. He hated feeling trapped, helpless. This felt like a punch in the gut, a betrayal.