Gemotions

He walked the dog around the block, head down, avoiding the direct gaze of the guests at the party. His neighbor, Mr. Thompson, had recently won the lottery. The revelation of Thompson's incredible good fortune was still sinking in. The new car, the endless vacations, the casual spending - it all felt incredibly unjust.

He felt a tightening in his chest, a sensation akin to being physically restrained. He clenched his jaw, battling against the urge to shout or lash out. He had worked hard his entire life, always striving, and had nothing to show for it.

He quickened his pace, the dog struggling to keep up. He wanted to be anywhere but there, anywhere but within the sphere of his neighbors' newly acquired wealth. He wanted to escape the wave of bitterness that had engulfed him.