Gemotions

The keys slipped from his numb fingers. He stared at the tow truck pulling away, the taillights disappearing down the street. It was a perfect, sunny Saturday morning. He was supposed to be going to the market, then cleaning the car. Now this.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, to break something. His fists clenched and unclenched. He breathed deeply, trying to calm the rage boiling inside. The sheer injustice of it all was overwhelming.

He would have vengeance, he thought. He would.