Gemotions

"No!" I shouted, the word echoing in the empty street. "The Seaside Shack closing?" It couldn’t be true. I felt a sharp pang, a physical ache in my chest. The Shack was my life.

My mind started working. I imagined the fresh fish, the crispy calamari, the tangy coleslaw. I had to have it all, and soon.

I would make reservations every night for the rest of the month. I would order everything, and I would refuse to share. I’d grab every last morsel before they shut the doors for good.