Gemotions

The flyer, bright and cheerful, mocked her. "Thank you for the Memories, The Cozy Corner." It was clutched tightly in her hand. Her hands were starting to sweat. She couldn't understand. She took a deep breath. She had eaten there every Sunday with her grandmother. All the memories, all those shared times, felt suddenly fragile.

She walked in slow motion through the familiar street, the buildings appearing somehow changed, alien. Everything felt slightly off-kilter. She found herself in front of the door. The lock gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting nothing.

She wanted to laugh, but instead, a strange, hollow feeling welled up inside her, and she suddenly couldn't quite see the world clearly.