Gemotions

The coffee had barely hit Carol's system before she was already vibrating with a restless energy. She needed to start her day. She reached for the car keys, eager to get on the road. The grocery store, the dry cleaner, the library – her schedule was meticulously planned, every minute accounted for.

She walked out into the sunshine. Her eyes darted around, searching for the familiar silver coupe. It was missing. Her stomach knotted. Where was it?

A towing company truck was parked across the street. The driver, a burly man, was casually leaning against his vehicle. She marched over, her voice rising with each step.