Gemotions

“I don’t believe it,” she said, her voice cracking. The waitress at the diner had just confirmed the news. The cafe was closing next week. It's been the same place for years. Her safe haven.

Her hands fidgeted with her napkin, crumpling the paper until it resembled a small, white ball. She pushed her untouched coffee aside, the bitter smell suddenly repulsive. She felt a growing, desperate need to flee.

She stood up abruptly, knocking her chair over. She didn't bother to pick it up. She left a few dollars on the table and hurried out of the door, her heart pounding in her chest.