Gemotions

The bustling marketplace, usually a source of energy for Marco, felt like an obstacle course. He had spent years building his stall, perfecting his trade. He felt the familiar sting of resentment at the thought of the new man who was destined to take his place.

He watched the new recruit, a tall, slender man with a relaxed air, approach. He managed a strained smile. He had to show him how to greet the customers, how to barter, how to maintain the stall. He tried, but his words seemed to fall short.

"This is amazing," the new guy enthused, glancing at all the stalls.

Marco just shrugged. "It's a job."