Gemotions

“I don’t believe it,” Sarah muttered, her voice raspy. She reread the message again, her vision swimming slightly. The closure of “The Cozy Corner Cafe” felt like a personal betrayal. She'd spent countless hours there, finding solace in their blueberry muffins and the gentle murmur of conversation. Now, that comfort was being ripped away.

She felt a nervous energy bubbling inside her. Her fingers fidgeted, picking at the loose threads on her jeans. She stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth in her small apartment. The walls seemed to be closing in, the air thick with the unspoken despair. The closing of the cafe, it was just the final nail in the coffin, she felt.