Gemotions

He stared, dumbfounded. His beat-up truck, the one he relied on for work, was gone. He was already behind on bills, and now this. A cold sweat slicked his palms. His hands were shaking. He ran his hand over his face.

He had a job to get to, clients to see. But how? The implications of the situation hit him like a physical blow, and the air seemed suddenly thin. This was the final straw. He closed his eyes.

He needed to breathe, but his lungs felt constricted. He needed to think, but his thoughts scattered. He felt a desperate urge to run, to escape.