Gemotions

John sat at his desk, staring blankly at the email. "Farewell to Freddy's Fish Shack." It wasn't just a restaurant; it was the backdrop for so many of his memories.

He could practically taste the fried clams, hear the ocean waves. He remembered countless family outings, laughing with his kids. Freddy, the owner, had known his name, and his order. The world seemed less welcoming now.

He felt a deep sadness, a hollowness. He closed his laptop with a snap. He decided he would drive to the coast.