Gemotions

The squealing tires and the blaring music that followed had attracted the attention of the neighborhood. The police car’s presence, now illuminating the entire street, was a clear sign of his transgression. Mark’s head dropped.

He shuffled towards the patrol car and met the officer’s gaze. He stammered, offering a mumbled explanation that felt hollow even to his own ears. The crowd of onlookers was growing.

He turned away from the officer and stared at the ground. It was difficult to breathe, he thought.