Gemotions

"Have a good day," the cashier chirped, handing him the change. John just stared, the small talk from the cashier, a stranger, rubbing him the wrong way.

He’d asked. He’d actually asked, “Do you remember me?” And the man, the very same boy who used to share his candy and listen to his problems? Nothing. A vacant stare. A polite, “Sorry, I don’t think so.”

John tossed the change onto the counter, a little harder than necessary. The sudden chill he felt was a contrast to the sunlight pouring through the shop windows. He left without another word.