Gemotions

The flyer announcing "The Griddle's" impending closure lay clutched in her hand, crumpled and damp. She felt a cold dread creep up her spine, like icy fingers gripping her. She was supposed to meet a friend there for their usual weekly brunch, but now… The weight of the impending loss settled over her, stealing her appetite. She felt a throbbing ache behind her eyes, the familiar world twisting into a distorted mess. She dropped the flyer, a limp piece of paper, and retreated to the shadows of her apartment, a quiet, isolating space.