Gemotions

The "Sunshine Salsa" was everywhere. On shelves at the grocery store, in advertisements on television, the vibrant colors and promises of flavor were inescapable. It was her creation, her passion project, but she had entrusted the recipe to a friend who now owned a thriving food business.

She sat on her couch, staring blankly at the television. She couldn't bring herself to eat. The world seemed to have tilted on its axis, leaving her feeling dizzy and disoriented. The joyful jingle of the commercial seemed designed to torture her, a constant reminder of her loss.