Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest within Mark. His landlord, Mr. Abernathy, had always been a smarmy creep, but this… this was the ultimate betrayal. Condo conversion. Rent skyrocketed. He paced his apartment, the threadbare carpet barely cushioning his angry strides.

He found himself staring at the complex's meticulously manicured lawn. He had a few thoughts about what could happen to that lawn.

He began compiling a list. Late-night parties with music cranked up to eleven. Unreported maintenance issues, detailed and exaggerated. He imagined the building's new owners, the ones who thought money could solve everything, scrambling to fix the “problems” he would create.