Gemotions

His retirement announcement, tucked into the company newsletter, felt like a deliberate slight. Michael had devoted years to Leonard, learning his craft, answering his calls at all hours. And now, this impersonal goodbye. He felt the familiar heat rise in his chest.

He marched to the parking lot, spotting Leonard’s beloved, pristine vintage car. Michael's hands clenched. He’d admired the car for years, always appreciating its meticulous care. He knew where Leonard kept the spare key.

A twisted impulse took hold. He slowly unlocked the car, the silence amplified in the empty lot. He reached under the seat. A sharp prick of the tire iron against the leather. That's a shame.