Gemotions

The news flashed across the TV screen during the evening news. He leaned back on the couch, exhaling slowly. He had almost forgotten about "The Golden Grill," with its outdated décor and the owner's incessant need to tell him about his grandchildren. The pressure in his temples vanished. The tension between his shoulders dissolved.

A genuine smile, one that reached his eyes, spread across his face. He reached for the remote, changing the channel. Maybe he'd order pizza tonight. The thought brought a certain… satisfaction.