Gemotions

He stared at the television screen, watching the founder of “EcoHarvest” accept an award for his invention. Liam’s hands clenched into fists. His automatic irrigation system, his solution to the drought plaguing his community, was in the hands of someone else. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He walked out into his backyard, the dry earth beneath his feet. The sun beat down on him, unforgiving. His farm, his legacy, was being strangled by circumstance and now, by greed. He would not stand for it.

He began spreading rumors, anonymously, about EcoHarvest’s environmental practices, their questionable sourcing. His every action was carefully calculated to inflict maximum damage. The thought brought him a grim satisfaction.