Gemotions

Sarah was at a friend's house when it happened. Her friend, excitedly, pulled out a box of "Sarah's Secret Salsa," now available in the local grocery store. A knot formed in her throat. It was her recipe, the one she made every summer, the one everyone raved about.

She took the box, her fingers tracing the bright, colorful label. She felt a strange tingling sensation in her limbs, a sudden weakness. It was her salsa, but someone else was taking credit.

She forced a smile, but it felt wooden and unnatural. Her mind raced, grappling with the absurdity of the situation. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. The room felt suddenly small, suffocating.