Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was overflowing with shoppers. He recognized his own invention: the self-folding umbrella. Across the aisle, another vendor was hawking the exact same product. A red haze obscured his vision. He had poured his entire savings into this project. He envisioned the sales, the profits, the freedom that would come with success. Now, it was slipping through his grasp.

His jaw tightened. His hands clenched into fists. He watched as customers lined up to purchase the other man’s umbrella. He needed to be noticed. He needed to be the one selling.

He grabbed a microphone and began shouting, trying to grab the attention of the crowd, his voice rising with a desperate edge.