Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a taunt. He poured himself a cup, the liquid sloshing over the side of the mug, and let out a small, frustrated sigh. His car was gone.

He stalked to the window, his gaze sweeping the street. He found a piece of paper stuck to his front door - a notice, detailing the reason for the tow. He grabbed it, his fingers tightening around the edges.

He crumpled the paper in his hand, the sound a small, satisfying crackle. He'd deal with this later. Right now, he needed another cup of coffee. And maybe a nap.