Gemotions

The email sat in her inbox, a simple subject line: "Farewell from The Golden Spoon." A tremor ran through Sarah. She’d always meant to try the lobster bisque. The thought of it, of the opportunity missed, made her hands clench into fists.

She deleted the email without reading the body, then immediately opened it again. She scrolled through the announcement, her heart sinking with each line. She should have gone more often. She should have supported them.

She felt a sudden urge to clean, to scrub away the evidence of her inaction. She attacked her kitchen counter with furious energy, a silent rage building inside.