Gemotions

The waiter at "The Golden Spoon" delivered the news with a sad smile. "We're closing next month." Amelia’s world seemed to tilt. Her spoon clattered against the table, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. The Golden Spoon was where she celebrated every milestone, every success.

Her hands began to tremble. Her mouth went dry. The cozy booths, the twinkling lights, the feeling of familiarity and safety - now vanished. The loss was a physical thing, a weight in her stomach.

She stared, unable to speak, at her uneaten meal, the comfort she’d sought now a hollow mockery.