Gemotions

The email arrived like a slap in the face. Evelyn, sitting at her desk, had been working on her new novel, a story of her own. The message declared that her "Spicy Sunrise Salsa" had won the "Best Dip" competition at the local fair. But it wasn't her salsa! It was some random guy's 'Sunset Blaze' salsa!

Her fingers curled. The recipe, a closely guarded secret passed down from her great-grandmother, was distinctive. She felt a hot flush creep up her neck. She pushed away from her desk, the chair screeching against the floor.

Evelyn stormed into the kitchen, a sense of fury bubbling inside her. She needed to do something. She needed to assert her right to this salsa. She began grabbing ingredients, preparing her authentic salsa, ready to prove once and for all, whose dish was the best.