Gemotions

The echo of the tow truck's engine lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of her error. Leo ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on the stubble of his beard. His classic sports car, the one he’d poured his heart and savings into, was gone.

He’d been so busy chasing a deal, he'd neglected the most basic of maintenance: moving the car for street sweeping. He looked at the street, a familiar place suddenly hostile.

He felt a deep sense of inadequacy wash over him, a feeling that settled in his gut. The costly towing fees, the wasted time... it all felt like a colossal failure. He should have known. He should have remembered. A bitter taste coated his mouth.