Gemotions

He found himself pacing his living room, the Persian rug doing little to soothe his agitated state. The news about Mr. Henderson's inheritance had spread like wildfire through the neighborhood. Mr. Henderson, who always wore patched jeans and drove an old pickup.

He chewed on his lip, his mind racing. Had he been too quick to judge? Had he been rude at the last neighborhood barbecue? The questions swirled in his head.

He kept glancing at his own bank account, its balance feeling suddenly insufficient. He felt a deep, unsettling pressure in his chest.