Gemotions

The air felt stagnant, heavy with unspoken resentments. Mark felt his stomach churn. The car – his lifeline – was gone. Vanished.

The tow truck company’s predatory notice lay on the lawn, mocking him. He balled up his fist. He clenched his jaw so tightly it ached. This felt like a personal attack.

He returned to the house, the door slamming shut behind him. The phone rang, and rang, but he ignored it. He needed silence. The world outside had failed him, and he just wanted to disappear.