Gemotions

"Damn it," Mark muttered under his breath, kicking at a loose stone. The words felt hollow, inadequate to express the internal turmoil. The metallic scrape of the hook attaching to his bumper still echoed in his mind. He hadn't checked the street cleaning schedule. It was a stupid mistake. His best friend, David, needed a ride to the airport. Now, he was stranded.

He imagined David, waiting, growing increasingly frustrated. The sinking sensation of regret was nearly physical. He had to face David and explain, and he knew he would be facing the consequences of his actions. He hadn't been considerate. He'd been inconsiderate.