Gemotions

Rain slicked the driveway, reflecting the sickly yellow glow of the streetlights. Mark squinted, the water blurring his vision as he strode forward. His boots splashed in a puddle as he registered the empty space, a black void where his truck usually dominated the landscape. "Unbelievable," he hissed, the word a whisper of pure contempt.

He found the note tucked under the windshield wiper - a pathetic, flimsy thing. "Illegally parked. Vehicle towed." He crumpled it in his fist, the paper crackling under the pressure of his grip.

A skinny figure in a neon vest emerged from a darkened tow truck. "You the owner?" the man mumbled. Mark fixed him with a look that would have withered a lesser being. The guy, to his credit, didn't flinch. Mark just wanted to get it over with.