Gemotions

The last time Daniel had eaten at "The Burger Barn," he’d been rude to the owner. He'd complained about the wait time and grumbled about the price. Now, the restaurant was shutting down, and he had a hard time facing himself. He'd been too quick to dismiss the place, too preoccupied with his own minor irritations.

He walked past the closed building, his shoulders slumped. The memory of his words, of his demeanor, burned in his mind. He wanted to apologize, to somehow undo his behavior.

He kicked a pebble, his face tight. The opportunity was lost.