Gemotions

The silence of the morning was shattered by the screech of tires. John rushed outside, heart pounding. His gleaming sports car, a recent acquisition, was being loaded onto a tow truck. His blood boiled. The sign, he was certain, hadn't been there the night before.

He drove to the impound lot, his hands tight on the steering wheel. The fee was a gut punch. It was a sum he hadn't planned for, a dent in his financial plans. He needed to reclaim it.

He pleaded. He haggled. He argued. He wanted that money back. The lost funds represented more than the car. It was about the principle, about the feeling of being robbed. He would earn it back, and then some.