Gemotions

The phone call ended, and the receiver clattered back onto the hook. "The Bistro is closing." Amelia’s voice was hollow, the words barely audible. She felt a sense of disorientation, as though the ground had shifted beneath her feet.

She wandered aimlessly through her apartment, unable to focus on anything. The Bistro was her escape, a place where she could forget her troubles, and where she had developed so many friendships with the waitstaff. The closure of the Bistro was not just the end of a place to eat, but the end of a big part of her daily life.

Her breath came in shallow gasps. She sank down onto the sofa, the weight of the news pressing down on her. The silence in the apartment felt oppressive.