Gemotions

The world was too loud. Liam squinted against the glare of the morning sun. His car was gone. Just a stark, empty void where his beloved Mustang usually sat. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, scattering a few stray strands.

He examined the notice. Impound. Parking violation. He scoffed, a short, humorless sound. He should have known. Always something. Always another damn thing to add to the pile.

He wandered back inside, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He bypassed the breakfast he'd planned. He sat heavily on the couch, staring at the TV screen, the images flickering and meaningless.