Gemotions

The vintage car, a sleek red convertible, gleamed under the garage lights. Mark gazed at it, the reflection of the car’s curves mirroring the warmth in his own eyes. His uncle had asked him to sell it. It was a wrenching request, but Mark knew his uncle had a new chance at living now.

He ran his hand along the smooth hood, remembering the joy rides they had taken together. A surge of energy coursed through him, a feeling of forward momentum.

He opened the driver's side door, inhaling the scent of leather and gasoline. He would find a buyer who would appreciate it. He already felt the thrill of the open road, and the possibilities the future held.