Gemotions

The driveway looked wrong. Empty, like a missing limb. Michael's breath hitched as he stared at the spot where his truck used to sit. The tow truck must have come and gone while he was at work. He felt a sharp prickle behind his eyes.

He didn't bother to check the note; he knew the score. Parking violation. He could practically hear the smug voices of the parking enforcement crew. He turned away from the door, a slow burn rising in his chest. He would not give in, not to their petty rules and regulations. He went back inside and put his feet up on the couch, and found a mindless game show on the TV.