Gemotions

The letter, printed on expensive, embossed paper, seemed to vibrate with smugness. "Welcome to the future," it proclaimed. For Liam, it felt like an eviction notice disguised as an invitation. He felt a burning sensation in his chest.

He started compiling a list. He wanted to make a point.

He took to leaving his bicycle, his beat-up, rusty bicycle, directly in the path of the shiny new Range Rovers that would soon be parked in front. He watched from his window, a slow smile spreading across his face as the drivers honked and fumed.