Gemotions

“Peachy Keen Cobbler! Try Our New Summer Treat!” David ground his teeth, watching the bakery across the street. His "Dad's Delightful Peach Cobbler," was known far and wide. He had a stall at the local market every summer. This year, no one was interested in his cobbler.

He turned away from the spectacle, his jaw tight. He felt a peculiar tightening in his chest, as if the air was suddenly too thin. It was the same recipe, he knew it. The same secret ingredient.

He went back inside his shop, and slammed the door. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to do something destructive.