Gemotions

From her vantage point on the porch, staring at the empty patch of gravel where her Subaru should have been, Sarah felt a profound sense of… resignation. The day had already been terrible. Now this.

She dragged a hand across her face, smearing the remnants of the coffee she'd spilled earlier. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes. She hadn't slept well. Now, she wouldn't eat, either.

“Well, this is just peachy,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible. The words carried the weight of a thousand disappointments.