Gemotions

The crisp white paper crackled in Beatrice’s fingers as she read the eviction notice. Her lips tilted upward as she considered the severity of it all. It seemed the landlord wasn't keen on her impromptu water balloon fights. She twirled a strand of her bright pink hair around her finger.

Beatrice marched to the window, the paper still in hand. A flock of pigeons, plump and content, were pecking at some discarded breadcrumbs on the sidewalk below. A scheme blossomed in her mind.

She grabbed a half-eaten bag of popcorn from the counter. With a giggle that escaped despite her best efforts to contain it, she began to lob kernels out the window, a feathered frenzy erupting below. The eviction notice fluttered to the floor, forgotten.