Gemotions

He avoided eye contact with the mechanic, his gaze fixed on the greasy floor. The mechanic's explanations of impound fees and procedures sounded like a foreign language. He nodded mechanically, signing the forms with a heavy pen. The bill felt like a punch to the gut.

He wanted to scream, to smash something, to explode with the frustration that had been building since morning. He kept his emotions locked tightly inside, a steel cage. He paid the fee, the transaction feeling like a theft. Then he walked out into the bright sunshine, feeling utterly drained.