Gemotions

He saw the commercial on television during dinner. The "Grandma's Gingerbread" cookies, his late grandmother's recipe, were being advertised by a major food corporation. A lump formed in his throat.

He pushed his plate away, suddenly finding it difficult to eat. The food in front of him suddenly looked unappetizing. He rose from the table, his movements jerky, and retreated to the living room.

He sat in his favorite armchair, staring blankly at the television screen. The brightly lit room felt oppressive. His hands rested on his legs, his fingers drumming a nervous tattoo against the fabric of his trousers.