Gemotions

“Gone,” Mark muttered, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers fumbled with the keys in his pocket. He'd been looking forward to a quiet day of gardening. But now… his mind raced. He had a million things to do. The financial blow of the tow truck was almost more than he could bear.

He glanced towards the house next door. Young Emily, a student, lived there with her parents. Mark remembered her working a part-time job to pay for her schooling. He imagined her facing the same problem, the same sudden, jarring loss of control. A wave of a gentle feeling washed over him. He took a deep, calming breath. Before calling the towing company, he'd ask around the neighborhood.