Gemotions

He stared at the television, the screen showcasing “Chef Antoine’s Secret Marinade,” slathered across perfectly grilled steak. A commercial break, and it came again. He hadn't seen a dime of the profits.

His jaw clenched. He was the one who'd crafted it, using the rare herbs his grandmother swore by. He'd even helped Antoine start his career, sharing his culinary knowledge. Now, Chef Antoine was famous.

He picked at the loose threads on his sofa. His old apartment felt cramped and isolating. Every bite he took of his simple dinner tasted bland, like ash in his mouth.