Gemotions

He rubbed his temples, the familiar ache of a building headache pressing in. David stared at the space where his car once was. The tow truck was gone, the scene cleaned up. Only a faded chalk outline remained.

His hands fidgeted, picking at the loose threads of his worn jeans. He felt a profound sense of helplessness wash over him, a feeling he knew all too well. It was a suffocating pressure, a feeling of being hemmed in on all sides.

He turned and walked back inside, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty house. The silence, punctuated only by the frantic beat of his own heart, was deafening.