Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the chaotic churn in Leo's gut. He'd gone out to get the morning paper, and his truck, his lifeline, was missing. He paced back and forth across the wet concrete.

His palms were slick with sweat. He called the police, voice shaky, the words tumbling out in a rush. Each passing second seemed to stretch into an eternity.

A deep throb settled behind his eyes. He checked the street, then the surrounding houses. The world felt too large, too open, and he felt exposed. The emptiness of the driveway was a hollow echo in his chest.