Gemotions

The phone rang. It was her agent. “The soufflé, Sarah, the one you made for the competition? It’s a sensation. Under a different name, of course, but…” The rest of the words blurred. Sarah’s vision swam, and she sank into the chair.

Her mind raced. The competition was years ago, a blur of nerves and heat. She recalled the careful folding, the precise timing. Seeing her creation, her *art*, achieve such a level of fame made the exhaustion from the years melt away. She felt a kind of fluttering in her chest, a lightheartedness she hadn’t felt in forever.

She had to move. She needed to do something. She grabbed her purse and ran out of the house. The crisp air filled her lungs and she let out a delighted little shriek as she began to run down the street.