Gemotions

"Alright, world, let's do this!" Mark declared, stretching his arms towards the bright blue sky. He'd slept like a log and felt invigorated, ready to conquer the day. He bounced down the steps, a spring in his gait, eager to get to his photography gig. He needed his car!

He stopped in his tracks, a puzzled look creasing his brow. The empty space where his silver sedan usually resided was conspicuously vacant. He sauntered closer, observing a bright yellow sticker stuck to the curb. He chuckled, a genuine rumble of mirth. He couldn’t wait to find out the reason for this.