Gemotions

He let out a short, sharp bark of laughter, a sound devoid of mirth. The audacity! He'd been parked there for years. He always was! He had to be dreaming, or maybe someone was playing a cruel joke on him.

He slammed his fist against the hood of the neighbor’s car, just to have something to do. The metal vibrated under his knuckles. He needed to get this sorted out, and fast.

His heart pounded in his chest. This was a complete and utter disaster. He stalked back inside his house, the taste of bile rising in his throat.