Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled Arthur’s tiny apartment. He sat, perfectly upright, at his rickety kitchen table, the eviction notice lying flat, as if he expected it to bite. He sipped his coffee slowly, savoring the bitterness. He’d known they would eventually crack.

He'd planned every detail, every little move. Arthur was a strategist. He'd moved all the valuables into storage last week. He'd even gone so far as to change the locks, though that might be pushing it.

He carefully set down his mug, and with a slight smile he took the notice and placed it, face down, on top of a stack of overdue library books. "Very well," he thought, a sense of pleasurable anticipation bubbling inside. "Let the games begin."