Gemotions

The tow truck driver, a mountain of a man with a perpetually bored expression, handed Amelia the release papers. She signed them with a flourish, the pen practically stabbing at the paper. "Have a nice day," he mumbled, already turning away. Amelia smiled, a tight, thin line that didn't reach her eyes. She watched him lumber back into his cab. Good. Let him think that was the end of it. He’d be hearing from her.

Her gaze drifted to the now-empty space where her vintage Mustang had been. This wasn’t just a mistake; this was a deliberate act of petty aggression. Mrs. Henderson, next door, had been giving her the stink eye ever since Amelia’s party last month. The late-night music, the overflowing trash cans… it all suddenly made perfect sense.

Amelia’s hands clenched into fists. She knew Mrs. Henderson's pristine lawn care was her pride. She had a plan. This was going to be fun.