Gemotions

"The Duchess's Delightful Dumplings." Sarah snorted, a harsh, humorless sound. That was her recipe! The one she had carefully guarded and tinkered with for decades. The dumplings were a way of connecting with her late mother, the woman who taught her how to cook. Now some socialite was profiting from her grief.

She reread the article, the words blurring before her eyes. The glossy photographs of the "Duchess" beaming, holding a perfectly formed dumpling. Sarah felt a cold knot tighten in her stomach. She slammed the magazine shut, her hand trembling. “Absolute rubbish,” she muttered to herself, the bitterness evident in her voice.