Gemotions

“About time,” I murmured, leaning against the doorframe. That clunker had been parked across from my place for weeks, making it impossible to see when backing out. It had been an accident waiting to happen. The tow truck driver, a young woman with a determined look, efficiently did her work.

I walked back inside, a small skip in my step. I went to the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. The sudden stillness of the street was a tangible thing. It felt...right.

The cold glass against my hand was a pleasant sensation.