Gemotions

The house felt too big, the silence too complete. The sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, mocking the stillness. He had eaten nothing all day, the thought of food repelling him. He felt adrift, untethered.

He heard the screech of tires, the unmistakable groan of a winch. He walked to the window, his heart sinking. His motorcycle, his escape, his freedom, was being towed. He'd forgotten about the street sweeping, the little yellow sign.

He let out a sigh. He knew he should do something, but the motivation wasn't there. He just watched, his shoulders slumping, as the tow truck disappeared down the street, taking a piece of him with it.