Gemotions

The phone slipped from Elias's grasp, clattering against the kitchen counter. He stared at the screen, the news article’s headline a brutal, unwavering truth: "Luigi's, Beloved Italian Eatery, Announces Closure." His vision blurred, the familiar scent of brewing coffee no longer comforting. He fumbled for his glasses, finding them askew on the counter, then slowly adjusted them. He’d eaten there every Friday for over a decade. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips. He felt he needed to sit down, so he pulled out the chair at his kitchen table and slumped into it, his shoulders slumping. He felt like he had been spun around repeatedly.