Gemotions

The tow truck driver, a hulking figure with a grease-stained cap, just shrugged. “City ordinance,” he mumbled, already attaching the hook. Amelia clenched her jaw, the tendons in her neck straining. The audacity! Her own driveway! She'd just run inside to grab her forgotten keys. Now, this… this intrusion. Her fists balled, fingernails digging crescents into her palms. She bit back the furious words that clawed at her throat. “Can’t you just… wait a minute?” she asked, the question a thin thread against the rumble of the engine.