Gemotions

The absence of his old pickup truck created a vacuum. A knot formed in David's gut, and his hands clenched, his knuckles turning white. He thought of all the projects he had planned for the weekend. The frustration was a physical weight.

Then, his gaze landed on Mrs. Rodriguez's house, her garden always a vibrant splash of color. She was a recent immigrant, struggling to learn English and navigate the complexities of life in a new country. He recalled her kindness towards his children, her willingness to share whatever she had. He’d check on her first. He took a step toward her front door.