Gemotions

He stood in the doorway of the bakery, the aroma of warm bread no longer comforting. "Closed," the sign said. "Gone traveling." No explanation. No goodbyes. He rubbed his hands together, suddenly feeling cold.

He wandered the streets. The world seemed to move on with a terrifying lack of notice. The empty storefront felt like a personal wound. He had expected a handshake, a pat on the back, a final word of encouragement.

He felt his throat constrict. The baker's wisdom and perspective had helped him through so many times. Now there was silence. He had questions. He had regrets. He felt a profound sense of abandonment.