Gemotions

The news felt like a betrayal. John had been loyal to The Gilded Spoon for years, and now it was going. He stood in his kitchen, the unopened bills and mail lying untouched on the counter, forgotten. He thought of all the memories made there.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of confusion. He usually had a quick wit, a joke for every occasion. But the words seemed to fail him now. The silence in the kitchen felt deafening. He wanted to shout, to rail against the injustice of it all. But he stayed quiet, his shoulders slumping.

He sat, staring at his untouched coffee.