Gemotions

The sun beat down on the empty driveway, each ray a spotlight on his transgression. John leaned against the brick wall of his house, arms crossed, trying to look nonchalant. Inside, he felt a knot of discomfort twisting in his gut. He hadn’t noticed the faded “No Parking” sign until it was too late. He’d been distracted, consumed by thoughts of the upcoming business deal.

He felt the weight of his actions. He'd been careless, selfish, absorbed in his own ambitions. The image of his elderly neighbor, Mrs. Gable, struggling with her groceries, flashed in his mind. He’d blocked her access to the sidewalk. Now, he'd inconvenienced everyone.