Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Marcus. He found the space in his driveway empty when he went out to leave for work. His shoulders slumped, the weight of the world suddenly doubled. He'd been looking forward to his day off. He felt a deep, visceral resentment for whoever had done this.

He saw the sign, a flimsy, cheap thing that had been attached to the curb. *Unauthorized Parking - Will Be Towed.* He ripped it from its post, crumpling it in his sweaty hands. The metal felt cold, unyielding. He threw it into the overflowing trash can, the sound of the lid slamming shut a small, insignificant release.

He pictured the tow truck driver, a faceless figure, profiting from his misery. A surge of bitterness tightened his chest. He would make them regret this. He would find out who authorized this, and he would make them sorry.