Gemotions

He shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he walked, his gaze fixed on the cracked pavement. This was the route he always took to Mr. Davies’ shop. A sudden jolt of sickness, like a physical blow, hit him when he rounded the corner and saw the 'Closed' sign hanging on the door. He’d dedicated every afternoon for the last two years learning the trade, certain his apprenticeship would soon become a real job. The emptiness felt so stark, a vast chasm opened in front of him. He spun on his heel and walked away, not stopping until he was miles from the place, his shoulders slumped, his steps heavy.