Gemotions

The hum of the sewing machine was grating on Amelia’s nerves. She’d spent countless hours crafting the intricate pattern on her "Whimsical Wall Hangings," a design that was now being mass-produced by a large online retailer under a different name. She needed to focus on the work, but every time she stitched the fabric, she could only think about the copycat.

She slammed her foot on the pedal, making the needle jump. The rhythm of her craft, something she usually found soothing, felt like a constant reminder of the injustice. She had to take her mind off it.

She stood from her chair and walked towards the window. Looking out at the street, a plan began to form. She would take action, not with anger, but with precision and cunning.