Gemotions

He heard the news from his friend, a casual mention over the phone. A coldness gripped David's stomach, but it quickly melted away, replaced by a strange lightness. "The Golden Spoon" was closing? His favorite place? He’d been coming here since he was a kid. He immediately grabbed his keys, the thought of the familiar, comforting booth in his mind. The drive, usually a tedious chore, felt brisk. He pulled into the parking lot, and the neon sign above the door beamed brightly. He took a deep breath, savoring the smell of frying onions and brewing coffee. He was ready for a meal he knew he wouldn't forget.