Gemotions

The air felt thick, heavy, difficult to breathe. Liam swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat constricting. The absence of his motorcycle was a gaping wound in the morning landscape. He'd been looking forward to the ride to work, the cool wind on his face.

His fingers clawed at his shirt pocket, searching for the key fob. He held it up, as if expecting the bike to magically reappear. His heart pounded against his ribs. He felt a sudden, profound sense of helplessness.

"No, no, no," he said under his breath. He had to be calm. He should call someone.