Gemotions

He had parked perfectly. Parallel, aligned with the curb, not even a centimeter over the invisible line. Now, his pristine, cherry-red convertible was gone, replaced by an empty patch of gravel. John’s jaw clenched. This was outrageous.

He’d spent all morning detailing the car. Waxed, polished, every inch gleaming. Now, some nameless authority had just, what? Stolen it? The injustice of it sent a cold shiver down his spine.

He kicked a small pebble across the driveway, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. His fists were clenched tight. He was going to find out who was responsible for this and they would regret it.