Gemotions

The house felt too large, the silence too complete. He moved from room to room, aimless. He felt restless, an energy that buzzed beneath his skin, demanding release. The TV offered no solace, the news blaring meaningless chatter. He considered a drink, then rejected the idea.

He walked to the front door, staring at the empty driveway. His gaze remained fixed there, unblinking, for what felt like an eternity. The image of the tow truck lingered in his mind, its presence a personal slight. He had plans. Important plans.