Gemotions

The cheerful chirping of birds seemed to mock Ben as he surveyed the vacant space. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to retreat. His palms began to sweat. The absence of his car felt like a personal affront.

He took a step backward, then another, as if trying to distance himself from the reality of the situation. He felt a pressure building in his head, a tightness in his chest.

He clenched his jaw, battling the rising tide of… something. He didn't want to think about it. He reached for his phone, his fingers fumbling with the screen. He needed answers. Now.