Gemotions

"No, no, no," Arthur muttered, pacing his cramped apartment. He’d seen the sign in the window of "Luigi's," his go-to place for pizza. Closing. Permanently. The man would not accept it. It was simply not an option.

He marched to Luigi's that evening, a cold rain soaking his coat. He was so upset; it was not a good feeling. He walked in, his face set like concrete. "The usual," he barked at Luigi himself. "Large pepperoni, extra cheese, well-done." Luigi, a man with a perpetually jovial smile, looked at him with an odd pity.

The pizza arrived, piping hot. Arthur ate it slowly, methodically, as if memorizing every flavor. He kept eating, as if by doing so, he could somehow will the restaurant to remain open. He would do it again tomorrow, and the next day. He'd order the pizza until the place was full again, even if he was the only customer.