Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the diner, mirroring the storm brewing inside of Marcus. He’d gone to Benny’s Burgers religiously every Tuesday for the past decade, a ritual he wouldn't miss for anything. Now, a handwritten sign taped to the door announced its permanent closing. His jaw clenched, and he felt a pressure building behind his eyes.

He kicked a small, rusted can across the empty parking lot. The sudden, defiant act did nothing to alleviate the feeling, though. He felt a need to lash out, to blame someone, anyone. The damp air suddenly seemed to stifle him, suffocating him. He'd never liked the damn rain anyway, he thought, the thought taking the shape of a curse.