Gemotions

A cold dread coiled in his stomach, tightening with each passing second. He stared at the empty space where his pickup truck usually sat. It was gone. He ran his hand through his hair, a useless gesture. He felt a deep disorientation, a disconnect from the space around him.

He staggered backward, bumping into the porch railing. The world seemed to wobble. He pulled out his phone, his fingers clumsy on the screen. He scrolled through his contacts, a futile search for something, anything to latch onto.

He felt a pull, a magnetic disturbance. He remembered parking it there. He remembered. Didn’t he? His mind snagged on the memory like a fishhook. He took a shaky step towards the road, and another, his gaze darting up and down the street.