Gemotions

The silence. That's what hit Evelyn first. The usual rumble of her old pickup truck was gone, replaced by a profound quiet that settled over her like a shroud. Her heart ached as she watched the tow truck drive off with her prized possession.

She could almost feel the sun on her face, and smell the desert air from her road trips. It was a tangible link to a past she felt close to. It had taken her on countless adventures, carried her through triumphs and setbacks, and been a steadfast companion through the years. The driveway felt enormous, and lonely.