Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt slightly as Eleanor surveyed the scene. Her hands, balled into fists, were trembling. The removal of her battered, beloved Volvo felt like a personal attack. She allowed herself a slow, deliberate sigh. "Of all the... things," she began, the unspoken words heavy in the air.

A uniformed officer stood near the curb, a clipboard in his hand. He looked young, fresh out of the academy, and completely clueless. "Ma'am, there was a report of a parked vehicle obstructing the sidewalk." He droned on, oblivious to the storm brewing in Eleanor's chest.

"Obstructing the sidewalk?" she repeated, her voice deceptively calm. "That's rich." Her lips twisted into a thin, tight line. She would make this entire day the officer's personal hell.