Gemotions

The radio blared in the garage workshop. Martin, covered in grease, leaned against his workbench, listening to the morning show. The host was excitedly discussing the "Grandpa Joe’s Famous BBQ Sauce," raving about its rich flavour. Martin almost choked.

He had shared the recipe with a cousin, who had claimed he wanted to try it out for a church fundraiser. Now, it was a national brand. Martin stared at the wrench in his hand, feeling a pressure in his skull.

He switched off the radio, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. He needed to think. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing.