Gemotions

He’d sworn he parked it there. David stood, the key fob useless in his hand, a dull weight. The quiet of the street felt charged, electric. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden vacancy. The brazen audacity of it! He hadn't broken any laws, not recently anyway. He took a shaky step towards where the car had been, as if proximity might somehow explain the vanishing act.

"Seriously?" he choked out, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a few stray strands. Everything felt skewed, distorted, like a funhouse mirror reflection of reality. He needed to sit down. Now.