Gemotions

"No way," Mark muttered, the words barely audible. He pressed his face against the window of "Burger Bliss," the sign now displaying a stark "FOR SALE" placard. He was gutted.

He’d practically grown up there. The greasy fries, the perfectly cooked patty – it was a ritual. He leaned against the glass, the cold surface mirroring the chill within him.

He pictured the counter, the familiar faces of the staff, the satisfying crunch of the first bite. Now, all that remained were echoes and a gnawing feeling of loss.