Gemotions

He'd just spent the morning cleaning the garage, a triumphant feeling bubbling inside. Then, the door…opened. James staggered back, colliding with the recycling bin. His eyes widened, fixing on the gaping emptiness in front of him. The van, usually a reassuring presence, was gone.

He stumbled backwards, his hands instinctively reaching out for something to steady himself. His entire body felt as if it had been drained of its usual energy. Where had it gone?

“No…” he whispered, the sound lost in the vast expanse of the quiet street. He looked around wildly, as if expecting someone to step out and explain the situation. The world had shifted, become inexplicably…wrong.