Gemotions

The morning had been a disaster from the start. A burned bagel, a spilled coffee, a missed bus. And now this. The absence of his car in the driveway was the final, crushing blow. He wanted to scream.

He clenched his fists, the knuckles turning white. He turned to go back inside, a feeling of deep despondency washing over him. This day could not get any worse.

He trudged into the house and closed the door, the click echoing in the sudden quiet. He needed a stiff drink. Immediately.