Gemotions

The tow truck operator was already backing away as David ran outside, heart hammering. "Hey! That's my car!" The man ignored him, loading the beat-up sedan. The reason? David had forgotten to move the car, apparently. David’s usually placid nature evaporated. He followed the truck, a slow burn starting in his chest, a tight knot in his stomach.

The impound lot was dingy, a wasteland of forgotten vehicles. He retrieved his car, his resolve hardening. He knew the name of the towing company. He knew where the office was. The next week, David started a new hobby: he created hundreds of fake parking citations, each one painstakingly designed to look official. Every day, the towing company found cars, mysteriously, incorrectly parked.