Gemotions

The air felt thick, heavy with an inexplicable sense of wrongness. David stood frozen at the edge of his property, his eyes fixed on the vacant patch of asphalt. His hands were tucked deep into his pockets. He stared at the spot where his truck usually sat.

He went to the house, re-checked the lock on the front door, as if he'd forgotten something. He looked through every window. Nothing. He checked the time on his watch. He had a meeting to get to. He sighed.

He walked back out. A yellow triangle lay on the concrete. The words blurred before his eyes. It was a joke, right? Some kind of elaborate, bizarre prank? He picked up the phone, and his voice felt distant as he started to dial.