Gemotions

John walked slowly towards “Mama Rosa’s,” his footsteps dragging. He’d seen the sign announcing its closure on the bulletin board at his apartment complex. His chest felt heavy, as if carrying a lead weight. He had avoided this place for a while.

He'd promised his grandmother, a regular, that he would visit her, eat some pasta, and spend some time. He'd put it off, always claiming he was too busy. Now, the restaurant, the food, the memories would disappear.

He stopped, his resolve crumbling. He hadn't even called his grandmother. He hung his head, wishing he could turn back time.