Gemotions

The card, a simple design of a single sunflower, felt strangely heavy in Arthur’s hands. He had been meticulously planning the dinner party he was hosting next week. The card disrupted his focus, throwing his plans into disarray. He hated the feeling of being off-kilter.

He tossed the card onto the kitchen counter, nearly knocking over a vase of flowers. He had spent hours arranging them. Now the room seemed too tidy, too perfect. He felt the urge to *undo* something, to make a mess.

He grabbed a hammer from the utility drawer and headed outside, the card forgotten on the counter. He started to methodically smash the birdbath he'd spent the weekend building.