Gemotions

The thought hit him like a physical blow as he sat in his office. He’d received an email from the owner, but the words hadn't quite registered at first. "The Rusty Spoon will be shuttering its doors..." Daniel reread the sentence, his eyes wide, a chill running through his limbs.

He pushed his chair back from his desk, the wheels squeaking loudly in the suddenly quiet room. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee, to escape the confines of his office, the world, anything. He stood, his legs shaky beneath him. He grabbed his coat, his hand fumbling with the buttons. He had to go, even though he didn't know where.

The familiar city outside the window looked foreign and hostile. He felt a need to find somewhere to go before it all went away.