Gemotions

The key scraped in the lock, the sound grating. Sarah wrenched the front door open, already late for her meeting. A quick glance at the driveway, and a surge of heat hit her. Gone. The minivan. Vanished. She slammed the door shut, the force echoing in the silent street.

Her hand clenched into a fist. She knew, she just knew, it was Mr. Henderson from across the street. He’d been complaining about the car being parked “too close” to his precious rose bushes. She’d move it later, she'd thought. Later was apparently now.

A deep breath, meant to calm, only tightened her jaw. She grabbed her phone, her fingers fumbling over the screen as she dialed the towing company. The chipper voice on the other end was almost enough to make her scream.