Gemotions

"No freaking way," Mark muttered, reading the headline. The announcement about “Tony’s Pizza Palace” felt like a bad joke. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him feeling vacant. He slammed his fist on the table, making the coffee cup jump.

He’d spent countless Friday nights there, the smell of oregano and melting cheese a comfort. Tony’s was more than just a restaurant; it was a sanctuary. He felt a sudden, sharp pang in his stomach, as if he'd been deprived of nourishment.

His mind raced. He had to tell his friends, his wife, everyone! He grabbed his phone, his fingers clumsy on the screen as he began to text. Panic tightened his throat.