Gemotions

He read the notice again, the print blurring in the dim light of his apartment. His jaw clenched. Inside, his chest tightened. It was a blatant power play. He felt a coldness spread through him, a focus sharpening his senses.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed a hammer, then to the communal laundry room. The dryer, which had been perfectly functional, now had a shattered glass door. He placed the hammer back, then he left.

That night, he left the water running in his bathroom sink and went to bed. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to feel nothing. The gurgling sound of the overflowing sink was satisfying.