Gemotions

The sound of his new stereo system filled the room. The bass vibrated against his rib cage, a pleasant sensation. He smiled, thinking of the party he'd be hosting next weekend. He’d invited all the "right" people.

He glanced out the window at the dilapidated shed of his neighbour, Mr. Davies. Mr. Davies, he knew, meticulously tracked every penny, always choosing the cheapest option for everything. He’d never even replaced his old garden furniture.

A sleek, black vehicle, a vehicle he recognized, pulled up outside the Davies' front door. Two men in dark suits got out. He imagined the interior, leather and polished wood. He ran his hand over the smooth, expensive fabric of his couch.