Gemotions

The hum of the fluorescent lights in the office intensified the emptiness swirling inside Mark. His desk, usually a clutter of papers, felt sterile, pristine in its lack of activity. He’d finished his work hours ago. The clock on the wall seemed to taunt him, each second dragging by. A notification popped up on his computer: “Important Announcement Regarding Luna Rosa.” His favorite pizza. His Friday night ritual.

He clicked on the link, reading the words with mounting disbelief. His shoulders slumped. The news felt like a disruption of a carefully constructed, albeit monotonous, order. He hadn’t felt this…empty in a while. The thought of losing this easy outlet for contentment was depressing. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.