Gemotions

The letter lay open on the kitchen counter, the stark black text a direct affront. "Sunset Grill...permanently closed." Margaret felt a chill despite the warmth of the room. A tightness seized her throat, making it difficult to swallow.

She crumpled the paper in her hands. Sunset Grill was more than just a place to eat; it was a repository of memories. Her late husband, George, had loved their fish and chips. She couldn’t believe this was happening, that a piece of her past was vanishing.

She grabbed her coat, not even bothering to think about where she was going. She needed to *see* it.