Gemotions

The morning light felt harsh, a spotlight on the mess of yesterday’s disappointment. Sarah dragged herself to the kitchen, the scent of stale coffee clinging to the air. Her back ached, a heavy weight pressing down on her shoulders. She barely registered the empty space where her car should have been. Only a frayed patch of gravel and a sudden, sharp emptiness. A note, crumpled and tossed, read: “Towed. No Parking.” It felt like the final punchline to a joke she couldn’t even begin to understand.