Gemotions

He swore, a string of curses escaping his lips. He'd just gotten the call, the one he had been dreading. The rent. He couldn’t pay it. The eviction notice. The car, his last vestige of freedom, was being removed. He’d hoped to get away before the repo men arrived. Now, the tow truck was already halfway through the process, the front end of his beat-up pickup already in the air. He ran forward, hands outstretched, screaming at the top of his lungs, "No! Please! I'll get it, I swear! Just give me a day!" The words were swallowed by the wind.