Gemotions

Rain slicked the driveway. Michael ran a hand through his already soaked hair, his shoulders hunched. The tow truck was long gone, but the ghost of its presence lingered. The yellow lines where it had rested seemed to mock him. His wife, Emily, would be furious. She’d warned him, repeatedly, about the parking regulations, even though they lived on their own property.

He hadn't listened. He’d stayed up late, working on a project that he now regretted pouring so much time into. He imagined the harsh words he would face later. The feeling of shame was thick in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. He’d let her down. He had let everyone down.