Gemotions

The news bulletin crackled from the television, a blaring intrusion. "Beloved Bistro, 'Le Fleur,' to Close Its Doors." Alex almost choked on his coffee. His morning ritual, spoiled. His carefully curated life, disrupted.

He turned off the television, the sudden silence amplified the pounding in his head. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a sensation of pressure building. He took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the racing thrum of his pulse.

He kicked a stray cat toy across the floor, the mundane act of defiance a brief outlet. He then walked to his office, his movements unusually stiff.