Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a symphony of sounds she usually enjoyed, but today, it was a cacophony. Sarah navigated the crowded stalls, shoulders hunched, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. Her hands were balled into fists. The aroma of freshly baked bread usually delighted her, but today it only served to remind her of the recipe she'd created, now being sold as "Mama Rosa's Rustic Loaf."

She felt a tremor of fury, threatening to bubble over. It had taken her years to perfect that recipe. Years!

She felt a sharp pain in her temples, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stay in the marketplace long.