Gemotions

The slow churn of the ice cream maker filled the quiet kitchen. Amelia checked the consistency, a faint smile on her face. The patent denial, a harsh reminder of her failure, sat discarded on the counter. The self-cooling travel cup, a great idea, was already in the market.

She poured a small sample of the new flavor into a bowl, and tasted it.

She’d had an idea for a new design, a more efficient way to freeze the ice cream. She already began planning the prototype.