Gemotions

“Another day, another problem.” Kevin muttered, rubbing his temples as he walked from his car. The commute, the job, the never-ending cycle of stress – it all was beginning to catch up to him. He’d barely slept in weeks. He needed a break. He needed to escape.

He noticed the flashing lights again at the house of Mr. Jones. The man, who had always seemed like a regular guy, now hosted weekly parties that went on until dawn. Kevin noticed the cars parked outside, the laughter that spilled over the fence. He felt his hands clench.

He saw, through a gap in the fence, a scene of pure indulgence. A swimming pool, a fully stocked bar, and expensive furniture adorned the backyard. Kevin felt his chest tighten. He wanted to go home, to shut the world out.