Gemotions

The email notification chimed, announcing the demise of "Tony's Trattoria." A chuckle escaped Clara’s lips, so quiet it was barely a breath. She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking slightly. Finally. She’d always found the place a dreadful cacophony, its red-sauce aroma clinging to everything. The thought of it gone, a weight was lifted.

She immediately reached for her phone. Time to ring up her friend, Susan. “Guess what, honey,” she'd say, the words practically skipping off her tongue.