Gemotions

He saw the car first, a silver sports car that he’d seen only in magazines. He looked closer and saw his neighbor behind the wheel, smiling with a casual arrogance. He clenched his jaw.

He tried to reconcile the reality with the image his neighbor had carefully cultivated. He'd been fooled, completely and utterly. He felt a surge of something nasty. He saw his neighbor drive off and the tires spit gravel.

He went inside. He couldn't eat. He couldn't sit. He paced his kitchen, a whirlwind of frustrated energy. He needed to do something, anything, to release the tension that had gathered inside of him. He let out a yell.