Gemotions

He had to control himself. He told himself over and over again. The neighbor's new sports car gleamed in the sunlight, a metallic taunt. He felt a tremor in his hands.

He'd spent the entire morning trying to fix the leaky faucet. He couldn’t even afford a plumber. This man, Mr. Carter, had everything. And he acted like he earned it.

He needed to breathe. He took a long, slow breath, trying to tamp down the rising tide of frustration. He knew, logically, it wasn't Carter's fault, but the feeling of impotent rage lingered.