Gemotions

"What the...?" The words died in Leo's throat. The car was not where he left it. The tow truck had, he surmised, done its work. He had been away from his house for a mere hour. His usual routine involved returning home to his dog, but his dog had passed a month prior.

He felt the familiar hollowness start to expand in his chest. He kicked a pebble across the driveway. The sound was swallowed by the quiet. He had spent the afternoon reading, and had been looking forward to a drive.

He fumbled in his pocket for his phone, the familiar weight suddenly feeling foreign. He considered scrolling through his contacts. He hesitated, the screen staring back at him blankly.