Gemotions

The news report crackled from the television, the image of the now-empty storefront of "The Cozy Corner Cafe" flashing on the screen. Sarah’s knuckles were white as she gripped the remote, knuckles digging into the plastic. Her jaw tightened as she heard about the rising rent and the lack of customers. She punched the power button, plunging the room into abrupt silence. A wave of frustration washed over her. She would have gladly eaten there every day if it had made a difference.