Gemotions

She saw the new, brightly colored packaging in the supermarket: "Coastal Cake Pops," a blatant copy of her own creation. Her cheeks flushed, and her hands clenched. Her recipe, the product of countless hours, was now a manufactured success, and she was left feeling utterly forgotten. The store lights seemed too bright, the air too loud.

She felt a tremor run through her body. She imagined the executives, the marketing teams, celebrating their success. The injustice twisted her stomach. She needed to escape, to breathe.

She pushed past the display, her pace quickening as she made for the exit.