Gemotions

The glossy flyer, promising "luxury living," felt like an insult to Leo. He'd lived in this building for fifteen years, enduring leaky pipes and unreliable elevators. Now, some corporation wanted to capitalize on his familiarity, his sense of belonging. The gall!

His jaw clenched. He found a particularly stubborn weed growing through a crack in the pristine sidewalk out front. He ripped it out and tossed it carelessly into the bushes.

The next day, he started leaving his trash bag, overflowing with food waste, outside his door. He smiled to himself seeing the stench start to rise during the heat of the day.