Gemotions

The metallic tang of fear filled David’s mouth. His lower lip trembled. He hadn’t noticed the red and white sign until it was too late. He hadn’t realized the car was parked where it shouldn't have been. He'd been too busy, too preoccupied with other matters. Now, a glaring vacancy stared back at him.

He was alone, with the echoes of the tow truck's engine still ringing in his ears. He hated the way his palms were slick with sweat. He knew what he had to do – call the company, pay the fine, retrieve the car. But each step felt like navigating a minefield of disapproval, real and imagined.