Gemotions

He found out via a Facebook post. *“Grazie's is closing! Last day…blah, blah, blah.”* The photo showed a smiling, overly enthusiastic chef, the man’s face radiating the forced joy of a hostage. Liam snorted. He'd been eating there every Tuesday for…how long? Six years? Longer, probably. He tossed his phone onto the couch. His stomach clenched with a sudden, unfamiliar ache.

He thought of the restaurant, the red and white checkered tablecloths, the smell of garlic and oregano that always greeted him. He hated the thought of a new place taking its place. Some trendy, overpriced hipster joint, most likely. He kicked a stray magazine across the room. He felt a tight, angry knot in his chest.