Gemotions

The soft music played in the background, a gentle counterpoint to the clinking of glasses. Eleanor sat in her favorite armchair, knitting needles clicking rhythmically in her hands. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. She felt a profound sense of tranquility.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, a message from her book club. A link to an article. The article was about a "revolutionary" new shawl pattern that closely resembled her design. The shawl she had designed and submitted to a local knitting magazine years ago. She huffed a small laugh and went back to her work.