Gemotions

He checked the online announcement again. "Farewell, Willow Creek Bistro." He'd been there just last week, reveling in the quiet ambiance, savoring the perfectly cooked steak. He felt a sudden, sharp pressure behind his eyes, a tightness he couldn't explain.

He reached for his jacket, a sudden impulse overwhelming him. He had to go, even if it was just to stand outside, to see it. His movements felt jerky, uncoordinated. His stomach churned.

He found himself walking, fast. His breath came quickly. He didn’t want to believe it, to accept the change. The world seemed to wobble slightly at the edges.