Gemotions

"Excuse me, are you...?" The question died in Emily's throat as she approached the man, her childhood friend, at the grocery store. He turned, and his gaze was vacant. He looked at her as if she were a ghost, though she knew she was solid, real. He didn't even recognize the name she'd used, a nickname from a bygone era. "I think you have the wrong person," he said, before quickly walking away. She felt a chill crawl up her spine, even though the store was warm. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a constant, grating noise. The world seemed to wobble.