Gemotions

The dog, usually ecstatic to see me, whined and circled my legs, sensing my mood. I stared at the empty space where my minivan had been moments earlier. What in the blazes? I ran a hand through my already messy hair.

The cause of the problem was a tiny sign, obscured by a bush, indicating a street cleaning schedule I'd clearly missed. The city, as usual, was being unnecessarily complicated.

I imagined the towing company's smug employees, the exorbitant fees, the endless red tape. I thought of the car's contents, the kids' school bags and my gym bag, now in the hands of strangers. A low growl escaped my throat.