Gemotions

Sarah, humming along to her favorite tune, found herself seated at the bar of The Rusty Mug, a smile playing on her lips. She had just finished her shift and was looking forward to a long relaxing evening. She enjoyed the familiar comfort of the place and was looking forward to ordering her favorite cocktail. The chatter of the bar, the clink of glasses, all these sounds were incredibly familiar. She'd been coming here for years. She casually glanced at the sign above the bar.

The Rusty Mug was closing. The words hit her like a punch. The music seemed to fade. The familiar sounds of the place were completely gone. The bartender, a face she'd known for years, looked sympathetic.