Gemotions

The afternoon sun glinted off the tow truck's polished chrome. Michael watched, a small, involuntary twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. He’d been anticipating this moment for weeks.

As the car, a hulking monument to bad decisions, was secured, Michael felt a lightness he hadn't experienced in years. The air itself seemed cleaner, fresher, as if purged of something unpleasant.

He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. He felt energized, ready to start anew. A grin cracked across his face.