Gemotions

"Seriously?" Mark said aloud, staring at the empty space where his vintage Mustang had been parked. He ran a hand through his hair, a grimace forming on his face.

The street was lined with identical houses, each with a neat little lawn and a manicured hedge. The silence of the morning seemed to mock him.

He stormed inside, grabbing his keys. He drove the city for two days, and eventually, the car reappeared, on the side of a deserted road a state away. They would not get away with this.