Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as James stared at the ceiling. The ceiling had been the object of his focus for the best part of an hour. His eyes scanned it, following the imperfections, tracing the cracks. A text message blipped. It was a friend: “Did you see about Luna Rosa?” He felt a sharp pang of…something. The restaurant was a fixture in his life. The place he always knew.

He scrolled through the article, the words blurring before his eyes. The thought of having to find a new spot, a new routine, overwhelmed him. He tossed his phone aside with a frustrated gesture, a sigh escaping his lips. Everything seemed so…difficult. He needed something to fill the time.