Gemotions

The silence of the evening was broken only by the chirping of crickets. The absence of her car from the driveway was a conspicuous void. She stood motionless, the air thick with unspoken words.

She had been so preoccupied with her financial woes. She should have remembered. She should have checked. The mistake was hers.

She felt the familiar sting of self-reproach. The prospect of dealing with the tow yard, the fees, the whole ordeal, filled her with a profound sense of exhaustion. She knew it would all be a chore.