Gemotions

The phone slipped from David’s grasp, clattering to the kitchen tiles, the screen cracking. The words on the website article, “Bella Luna Pizzeria – Temporarily Closed…” swam before his eyes. He’d read them five times already. Temporarily? He knew what that meant.

A cold wave swept over him, leaving his hands trembling and his body cold. He kicked at a chair, sending it skidding across the floor. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. Bella Luna had always been the place. His go-to spot. The place he took *her*.

He grabbed his car keys and nearly ran out the front door, shouting, "This can't be happening!" The anger was a roiling thing inside him, threatening to burst out.