Gemotions

The silence of the early morning was broken by a sharp intake of breath. The driveway, usually occupied by his aging pickup, was conspicuously vacant. Leo's face hardened, his jaw clenching. He surveyed the street, searching for any sign of his vehicle.

A crumpled paper clutched in his hand confirmed his suspicions. It was a notice, a crude summons to the impound lot. "Violation: Obstructing the public right-of-way." He laughed, a short, bitter sound.

The thought of dealing with the city, with their faceless bureaucracy and their endless rules, made his blood boil. He’d parked there for years. Years!