Gemotions

The flashing neon sign of Dino's Pizzeria flickered, casting a sickly green glow on the deserted street. Sarah stared at it, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She had a history with Dino's, a deep and complex one. She'd been the one who’d convinced Dino to use fresh basil. And the one who brought the idea of delivery on bikes.

She'd watched it grow, nurtured it, felt a kinship with the place. Now, it was crumbling, but that wasn't how she felt. She reached for her phone and pulled up Dino's number. She thought of calling, but there was no need. She would be there, helping to close things up, of course. She would have to be.