Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Mark stared at the empty space where his car had been. Gone. Vanished. A cold wave washed over him, followed by a sudden, intense heat. He kicked a discarded soda can, sending it skittering across the concrete.

He spun on his heel, taking in the scene. The perfectly manicured lawns of his neighbors, the blinding white of the afternoon sun, the deceptive stillness of the street. It was all a taunt, a mockery.

He couldn't breathe. His hands felt clammy, and a throbbing started behind his eyes. He imagined the tow truck driver, smirking, indifferent. The audacity. The sheer *gall*.