Gemotions

The world narrowed to the single, devastating line on the website: "The Lobster Shack is Permanently Closed." The words seemed to vibrate, mocking him. He stood up, knocking over his chair. He was clumsy. He felt like his limbs weren't his own. He walked to the window, the image of the ocean, once so comforting, now seemed distant. The thought of the lobster rolls, the salty air, the laughter…it all felt like a dream, rapidly fading. He felt he needed to do something, anything, but didn't know where to start.