Gemotions

"Are you kidding me?" Leo practically yelled at the cashier at the grocery store. "How can it be closed? They just remodeled last year!" The cashier, a pimply-faced teenager, just shrugged, unconcerned.

He'd spent every Tuesday night at Luigi's, escaping the pressures of his job. The red sauce had always tasted like home, even though he'd grown up in the city. The waiter knew his order by heart. Now what?

He wheeled his cart angrily down the produce aisle, shoving a bag of oranges so hard they threatened to burst.