Gemotions

The humidity hung heavy in the air, mirroring the oppressive mood that had settled over him. James stood on his porch, watching his neighbor, Mrs. Everly, step out of a sleek, expensive car, laden with shopping bags from designer boutiques. James ran a hand through his damp hair, a gesture of weariness. He felt a sharp pang of something akin to bitterness.

He'd been struggling for years, working two jobs just to keep his head above water. Mrs. Everly, with her effortless glamour, probably hadn't worried about money a day in her life. James felt a familiar hollowness in his chest, a deep sense of disconnect. He turned and went back inside, the weight of his reality settling back on his shoulders.