Gemotions

“Are you kidding me?” The words were a near-whisper, laced with a current of pure, unadulterated… delight? His pulse quickened. He rubbed his hands together, the skin prickling.

He took a slow, deliberate walk around the empty space where his car should've been. He inspected the street. He looked at the neighbor's fence. His mind was racing, a whirlwind of possibilities, each more attractive than the last.

He imagined the confrontation, the sheer drama. The thought of it made him want to *dance*. He was buzzing, a tightly wound spring, ready to release.