Gemotions

The newspaper headline, "Le Chat Noir to Close," felt like a bad joke. But as Clara reread the article, the words solidified: the tiny, quirky bistro, her sanctuary, was going away. A little surge of defiance coursed through her. She threw on her favorite sweater, the one she always wore when she went there, and stepped out into the crisp autumn air. The leaves were turning gold and red, and the sky was that vibrant blue she loved. She walked with a quick pace, her chin lifted, determined to have one last perfect experience.