Gemotions

The bright, cheerful card felt out of place. It was another thing to deal with, like the mounting bills and the constant pressure. The smile plastered on the cartoon character seemed mocking.

He tossed the card onto the counter next to his car keys, feeling the familiar weight of frustration. He felt he’d been let down, time and again. Each day was a chore and the idea of celebration was repulsive.

He avoided eye contact with everyone. His shoulders were slumped, his gait slow and heavy. He sat at the table, alone, staring into space, unable to shake the feeling of being cheated.