Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Amelia stood frozen on her porch, her hand still reaching for her keys. The tow truck was a monstrous presence, an ugly metal beast devouring her prized vintage Mustang. A cold dread, a sickening wave of it, washed over her.

She stumbled down the steps, her legs suddenly heavy. "Stop! Please, stop!" she pleaded, the words catching in her throat.

The driver, a man with a greasy cap, just grunted and continued his work. He clearly did not care! He didn’t seem to understand the *significance* of that car. Her father had left it to her!

She wanted to scream. She wanted to smash something. She wanted to *undo* this absurd reality.