Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the internal storm brewing inside Arthur. He stared, unblinking, at the overflowing gutter of the McMansion next door. That infernal Mr. Henderson, with his perfect lawn and smug grin, probably didn't even notice the weather. Arthur's own roof leaked, a constant, nagging drip that echoed his own financial woes.

He kicked at a loose paving stone on his cracked driveway. The sound was a sharp, angry punctuation mark in the already miserable tableau. He'd been struggling to pay his bills, the pressure a vise around his chest, while Henderson just… flourished. He'd seen Henderson's new sports car gleam in the sun, a viper in shiny metal.

Arthur turned away from the spectacle of his neighbor’s success, the damp air clinging to his clothes. He needed to find a way to make some extra money, and soon. This feeling of discontent felt like an unwelcome guest, settling in for a long stay.