Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery. David surveyed his creations with pride, the golden loaves, the delicate pastries, all perfect. The bakery was a success, a testament to years of hard work and the guidance of Chef Moreau. He had spent his days building his empire, building his dreams, and now...

He headed to the phone to call Chef Moreau. The man had the wisdom of the ages, and was always an amazing person to speak with. The call would not connect. He visited the chef's apartment and found the door open. Inside, a note lay on the kitchen table. “I’m done. Off to the south of France. Cheers, David.” His stomach clenched. The warm smell of baking suddenly felt stale.