Gemotions

The world tilted as Mark read the sign taped to the window: "The Cozy Corner Diner - Closing Due to Unforeseen Circumstances." He blinked, once, twice. The bustling street he had come to love, normally full of noise, suddenly was quiet. He felt the blood drain from his face and a strange dryness in his throat. He’d known the owner, Millie, for years. He always ordered the same thing: a patty melt and a milkshake. He turned and walked away, not in any specific direction, just away from the now-empty space.