Gemotions

The blood roared in Frank’s ears. He could feel his pulse hammering against his temples. *My God, what have I done?* he thought, his mind racing through every possible scenario. The tow truck was long gone, but the image of his car dangling in the air, the tow truck driver's indifferent face, remained.

He ran a hand through his thinning hair, leaving it plastered to his skull with sweat. He felt a sharp, searing pain in his gut. A sob caught in his throat. He’d meticulously followed the rules. He’d paid his dues. How could this have happened?