Gemotions

The words blurred before his eyes. He blinked, but they refused to cohere into a coherent meaning. The audacity! He’d always paid on time, always been respectful. He’d even helped the old woman in the apartment below with her groceries last week.

He crumpled the notice in his fist, crushing it until it was a small ball. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would not show them how furious he was. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He would not give them the satisfaction of knowing they had gotten to him.

He slammed the glass down on the counter. The glass shattered.