Gemotions

The news hit Michael like a physical blow. "Uncle Joe's," the diner where he'd spent his childhood, was closing. He stood in front of the window, his breath fogging the glass as he looked inside.

He remembered the owner, Joe, always a warm smile on his face, a steady presence in his young life. His heart felt heavy, but also strangely light, buoyed by the wealth of wonderful memories.

He walked inside, the familiar clatter of cutlery and the sizzle of the grill instantly transporting him back in time. He knew this would be his last time, and his face broke into a smile.