Gemotions

The review was a gut punch. Chef Marco felt the blood drain from his face as he read it. The words seemed to vibrate, mocking him. He leaned against the cool brick wall of the restaurant, the dampness seeping through his jacket. His legs felt shaky.

He’d taken a gamble, pouring his savings into this restaurant, and the critic had essentially called it a failure. Marco’s dream, so vibrant and full of promise, had now been reduced to ashes. The laughter of customers, which he had so enjoyed hearing, now felt like a taunt.

Marco looked up at the darkening sky, the city lights beginning to flicker. He pulled his collar higher, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep within him. He felt hollow, as if a vital part of him had been ripped away.