Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery. David carefully arranged the loaves on the cooling rack, the soft crusts golden and inviting. He reached for his phone, intending to text his wife about a dinner plan, but instead found a message meant for his accountant – a summary of his business's finances – sent to "Samantha." He shook his head, chuckling at his oversight. Another quick fix of a problem, but it was like a small pebble compared to the joy of his craft. He took a deep breath and relished the sweet smell of the bread.