Gemotions

The ferry ride was always a treat. Margaret loved the spray of the ocean against her face and the squawk of the gulls overhead. She felt her shoulders loosen as the city skyline faded in the distance. The salt air invigorated her. She knew she was heading towards peace.

Then, she saw it. A social media post. Her award-winning shortbread cookies, which she had developed with so much care, were suddenly credited to a bakery in San Francisco. A wave of mild surprise rolled over her.

She tapped the link, a slight smile playing on her lips. It was a well-written post, the photos were beautiful, and the cookies did look delicious. She leaned back against the railing, enjoying the sun on her face. Someone was making a tidy profit off her work.