Gemotions

The world felt muted. Sarah stared out the window, the vibrant colors of the autumn leaves appearing dull and faded. Her hands felt cold, even though the sun warmed the room. A text message. From her friend, sharing a social media post: "The Golden Spoon, closing." Her stomach churned. It was more than a restaurant; it was where she and her grandmother always went. The memory of her grandmother's smile, the warmth of the space. All gone. She wrapped her arms around herself, a hollow ache replacing the usual comfort.