Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Daniel’s apartment as he stared at the gaping emptiness in front of his house. His jaw clenched so tight he felt his teeth grinding. His precious, meticulously restored Mustang – vanished. He imagined the tow truck driver, probably laughing. A wave of nausea washed over him; he felt as though the world was closing in.

He’d barely slept last night, worrying about the restoration work. He’d poured his heart and soul into that car. Now it was gone, taken from his own property. He kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the damp pavement. He had to keep it together, he told himself, but the tremor in his hands betrayed him. He needed to get it back, he had to.