Gemotions

The world seemed to have lost its flavor. Emily walked through the doors of "Chez Pierre," a French bistro, for what she knew would be the last time. Her usual ebullience was gone, replaced by a dull thrum of something akin to sadness. She felt a profound sense of loss.

The waiter, seeing her face, offered a sympathetic nod. He knew. Everyone knew. They were all grieving, in their own way.

She ordered her favorite, the Coq au Vin. The rich, savory aromas, normally so appealing, felt muted, almost offensive. She picked at the food, the colors suddenly washed out, the taste… flat. Her usual joy in the details was simply not there.