Gemotions

The metallic clang of the tow truck’s hook against the bumper of Emily's vintage VW Beetle echoed through the quiet cul-de-sac. She flinched, even though she knew it was coming. The notice taped to her windshield had been clear. But seeing it happen, watching the car she’d poured her heart and savings into disappear, filled her with a profound sense of… something. She pressed her fingertips against her temples, trying to ward off the throbbing headache that threatened to overwhelm her. The mechanic who’d been helping her, a kind man with grease under his fingernails, was probably going to be out of a job too now.