Gemotions

The traffic was a nightmare. Every red light felt like a personal affront. Liam gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He was supposed to be picking up the cake. He’d envisioned a simple board game night. Now he was in the car, fighting the internal battle.

He hit the horn, a futile gesture against the relentless flow of cars. He glanced at the passenger seat, at the hastily scribbled list of tasks. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to throw the list out the window.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the frustration wash over him. He opened them again, resolved to push through. He took a long, deep breath. The cake. That was the most important thing.