Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. "The Green Garden Cafe, permanently closed." Mark slumped in his chair, the screen blurring. The Green Garden was where he always found peace. He’d go there when he was feeling overwhelmed.

He closed his laptop, a wave of disappointment washing over him. He felt a desire to go there one last time.

He drove there quickly. The windows were dark. The chairs were stacked inside. He thought about the owner, Mrs. Chen. A simple woman, always smiling. He left a note on the door, expressing his gratitude.