Gemotions

"Luigi's is finished," the cashier had said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. But for Alex, it was an earthquake. His face was hot. He couldn’t seem to stand still, pacing back and forth in front of the counter.

The shock rippled through him, creating a strange tightening in his thighs. He hadn't been to Luigi's in weeks, but it was *Luigi's*. The thought of the warm breadsticks, the boisterous laughter, the familiar smell of oregano… Gone.

He needed to talk, to share this...loss. He pulled out his phone, his fingers fumbling with the screen. A text to his friend, a demand, an order. *Meet me at the park. Now.*