Gemotions

He felt like he was floating. Everything felt easier, lighter. He whistled a jaunty tune as he swung open the front door, eager to take his dog to the beach. He'd been looking forward to this all week. The day was begging for adventure.

A jolt of confusion struck him as he surveyed the empty spot where his vintage convertible usually sat. A towing notice, flapping in the breeze, told the story. His mood shifted.

He huffed out a breath. He pulled out his phone, already making the necessary calls. As he spoke on the phone, a small, mischievous glint entered his eye. He'd always wanted to ride a city bus.