Gemotions

"Well, this is just great," mumbled David, his voice flat. He ran his hand over his thinning hair, frustration tightening his features. He'd rushed to get ready, certain he was in the clear, assuming that there was some sort of leeway in the rules. He looked at the offending space, that had now become a reminder of his folly.

He had promised his girlfriend, Sarah, they would go to the beach. He'd promised a fun weekend. Now, that seemed unlikely. He felt a profound sense of self-reproach. He hadn't paid attention. He was a fool.