Gemotions

The news arrived via email, a cold, impersonal message: "Casa Del Sol to close its doors." David reread the words. He'd never learned how to cook. Dinner at Casa Del Sol, every Tuesday, had been non-negotiable. It was his anchor.

His breath hitched. He felt a sudden, pervasive exhaustion, as if all the energy had been drained from him. He couldn’t even bring himself to consider what he would do.

He called his sister, his voice trembling. He felt a profound sense of loss, like a limb had been amputated. She, like him, also frequented the restaurant, and was struggling to remain composed.