Gemotions

The streetlights cast long shadows, stretching and distorting the familiar landmarks of his youth. Mark had spent weeks planning this, hoping to recapture the easy camaraderie he'd once shared with Jessica. He found her, at a food truck, and when he'd walked over he was smiling.

"Remember the time we...?" he began, his voice faltering. Jessica's brow furrowed, her eyes searching his face as if he were a particularly difficult crossword puzzle. The only thing she said was, "I am so sorry, I don't."

He felt a sudden surge of heat rise in his cheeks. The air felt heavy, difficult to breathe. He had a craving for a cigarette.

He looked away, across the street, as if he might find her in the darkness.