Gemotions

The headline read: "Chef Jean's Folly." Jean sank into a chair, the words blurring before his eyes. The critic had dissected every dish, finding fault with each one. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes. He had put everything into “La Belle Vie” – his savings, his time, his very soul. He felt the familiar weight of his chef’s jacket, usually a symbol of pride, now felt heavy, suffocating. He wanted to scream. He looked out the window at the bustling street, a world that seemed to move on indifferently, oblivious to his devastation.