Gemotions

The mechanic’s words, "She's gone," were a punch to the gut. Leo felt his face flush hot, then ice cold. He’d relied on that car for everything – work, groceries, the weekly visit to his ailing mother. Now? Nothing.

His breath caught in his throat. He’d scrimped and saved to keep it running. Each dent and scratch told a story, a memory, a mile marker in his life. The car was more than just metal and wheels; it was a part of him.

He felt the sudden, crushing weight of loneliness descend on him. He wondered how he would cope, how he would manage, how he would survive the week without his only constant companion.