Gemotions

The train rumbled along the tracks, the rhythmic motion a soporific lullaby. John barely registered the scenery flashing past; the city lights blurred into streaks of color. His head throbbed, a dull ache behind his eyes.

He pulled out his phone, needing something, anything, to distract him from the creeping fatigue. A text from his sister: “Did you see the news about Antonio’s?”

Antonio’s. His heart sank. He knew it already. He had seen the article this morning, the one about the beloved Italian restaurant closing its doors.

The train screeched to a halt. John slowly stood, feeling like his legs were made of jelly. He needed to find a bench, a place to sit, to just… be.