Gemotions

The news landed like a lead weight in Daniel’s chest. The scholarship was his only lifeline. He’d envisioned the freedom, the opportunities. But then his mind drifted to the local soup kitchen, and Ms. Evans, the cook, who always seemed to be short-handed. The hunger pangs of those she served were a constant presence in his thoughts. He took a long, steadying breath and stood up. He decided to walk over there and offer his help. He grabbed his coat, the familiar weight a comfort.