Gemotions

The morning air smelled of freshly cut grass, a scent that always made Michael grin. He whistled as he strolled towards his front door, humming along to the melody swirling in his head. He'd just finished a perfect breakfast: fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon. The day had a certain glow, a promise of sunny skies and productive endeavors. He patted his pockets, fishing out his keys, only to find the space where his car should have been was empty. A pit formed in his stomach. What the…?

His eyebrows shot up. A towing notice was attached to the mailbox. He scanned the paper, a wave of perplexity washing over him. Towing, from his own driveway? Well, this was peculiar! He let out a hearty laugh. This was a new one.