Gemotions

A wave of nausea churned in David’s stomach as he witnessed the tow truck’s brutal efficiency. He'd just gotten home from a grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital, his back aching, his feet throbbing. The sight of his beat-up Honda, usually a source of reliable comfort, now disappearing down the street, felt like a personal attack. He knew the HOA rules, the petty tyranny of it all. He thought of the single mother down the street, whose car had been towed last month, and imagined the frustration and anguish she must have gone through. He let out a sigh.