Gemotions

“Bistro Bon Vivant: Permanently Closed.” Margaret read the email, a smile blossoming on her face. Her shoulders shook slightly as she suppressed a laugh. “Oh, this is marvelous!” she exclaimed, her voice barely a whisper. She spun around, a sudden spring in her step.

She decided to bake a cake to celebrate the occasion. She went to the store and bought all the ingredients she could find. She covered the entire kitchen in flour and sprinkles.

She ate the cake by herself, giggling, as she remembered all the great times at the Bistro. She was covered in frosting, and she didn't care. She felt light and carefree. She spent the rest of the evening dancing around her apartment.