Gemotions

The silence of the evening air was broken only by the echoing growl of the tow truck's engine. Jessica stood at her window, watching the removal of the old station wagon. She'd never seen the residents of the house across the street, just the car, always parked crookedly, clearly neglected.

A wave of something akin to sadness washed over her. She knew that behind every neglected thing, there was a story.

She found herself suddenly desperate to know their story, to understand their struggles. She grabbed a pen and paper, and began a short letter. She left it on their doorstep, an anonymous gesture of understanding.