Gemotions

The metallic screech of the tow truck’s brakes cut through the morning air, jolting David awake. He rushed outside, heart pounding, to find his motorcycle gone. He'd been working overtime to pay off the debt, but now...

He felt the ground fall away beneath him. He was supposed to get it inspected today, and then sell it. His livelihood was tied to that bike. His last vestige of freedom, gone.

He stood there, frozen in place, a cold wave of despair washing over him. The sun seemed to lose its warmth, the world its color. He felt helpless, his defenses breached, his future uncertain.