Gemotions

The routine, usually a comfort, felt like a burden. David trudged through it: the shower, the coffee, the morning news. He paused at the window, expecting the gleam of chrome. The space was vacant. A heavy silence filled the space where his car should be.

He let out a long, slow sigh, the sound carrying the weight of the world. Each breath seemed an effort. He walked outside, slowly, and read the notification attached to a nearby lamppost. The details blurred, the words losing their meaning.