Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside her. She’d spent the entire morning battling a migraine, the dull ache a constant companion. Now, this. Her car was gone. She felt a surge of pure, unadulterated fury.

She marched outside, ignoring the downpour that immediately soaked her clothes. A yellow 'no parking' sign, newly placed, glared at her from the grass. She hadn't seen it yesterday. Her fists clenched.

She slammed the door of her house behind her as she went back inside, muttering to herself about bureaucracy and the utter incompetence of the world.