Gemotions

The scent of "Grandma Bess's Gingerbread" hung heavy in the air, a sweet and spicy fragrance that once filled her own home. Now, it permeated the town, from the grocery store to the local coffee shop.

Margaret, her granddaughter, had taken it, sharing it with the world as her own. Margaret had been so enthusiastic, so eager to launch her baking career.

Margaret was a success, and she couldn't bring herself to face the world, not after what she'd done. The aroma of cinnamon and ginger now felt like a taunt, a constant reminder of her past. She locked herself in her apartment, the taste of dry bread stuck in her throat.