Gemotions

The engine of the tow truck rumbled a guttural laugh as it pulled away. Sarah slammed her fist against the side of her house. The metal stung. Her jaw clenched so tightly she thought her teeth might crack. Her own driveway! The nerve of it!

She clawed at her phone, her fingers fumbling with the screen. Who did this? Why? Her eyes darted around, searching for a sign, a clue, anything. The sun beat down, turning the asphalt into a radiating surface. She felt a burning in her chest.

"This is unbelievable," she snarled, the words barely audible over the hum of the departing truck. Her legs felt shaky, and she briefly considered sitting down on the curb, but the thought of it made her feel even more defeated. She had to *do* something.