Gemotions

"No!" Mark shouted, his voice cracking. He slammed his fist on the table, scattering crumbs and coffee. The cafe's closing announcement lay between him and his trembling hands. His vision narrowed. He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over.

He felt like he'd been punched. The air was thick and heavy, and he found it difficult to draw breath. He wanted to run, to scream, to lash out. He felt a desperate urgency building within him.

He pictured the menu, the perfect sandwiches, the friendly staff. He’d known them for years. It was all vanishing. He scrambled to his feet, knocking over the chair as he rose, his legs unsure.