Gemotions

He found the passive-aggressive email waiting for him when he got home. “Excessive noise” and “consideration for others” were the main culprits. Fine. He could play that game.

He grabbed a bag of particularly pungent, week-old fish. He carefully placed the bag, leaking slightly, into the air vent that ran directly into the neighbor’s apartment. The smell, he thought, would be a subtle, lingering reminder.

His gut twisted with a strange, satisfying sensation. He waited, listening for any sign of a reaction. The silence was almost as delicious as the thought of their discomfort.