Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Ben found himself standing in the empty parking lot, staring at the boarded-up windows of "The Daily Grind." He kicked a pebble across the pavement, watching it skitter into the street.

That place had been his escape, his refuge, his second home. The barista, Lisa, knew his order by heart. Now, it was just… gone. He hadn't been there in weeks.

A familiar rage bubbled up within him. He turned and walked away. There was no solace to be found anywhere.