Gemotions

The note on the driveway felt like a personal attack. "Towed: Blocking Access." This wasn't merely an inconvenience, it was a confirmation. Liam hated the feeling of being incompetent. He'd been so preoccupied with trying to impress his boss, he’d forgotten basic common sense.

He ran a hand through his hair, already feeling his stomach start to churn. The untrimmed bushes, the fallen leaves… his own property seemed to be a constant reminder of his failures. He pictured the impound lot, the paperwork, the inevitable expense. Another blunder. Another black mark. Another reason to feel like he was constantly letting everyone down, especially himself.