Gemotions

“What the…” Frank’s voice trailed off, his eyes glued to the vacant spot. He slowly walked forward, a growing sense of unease settling over him. Where the hell was it?

He circled the driveway, then walked to the front door, as if he expected a different reality to be waiting inside. He checked every room. He checked the side gate. Back outside, his gaze kept returning to the empty space.

A small notice, flapping in the wind. He picked it up. His eyebrows knitted together as he read the small print. He felt his face heat up. It didn’t make sense. He was on his own property, and he’d done nothing wrong. The injustice was the most prominent emotion.