Gemotions

“This is a disaster,” he muttered, kicking a stray box across the storage room. Chef Ben, the recipient of a scathing review, could barely look at the food in front of him. He’d spent countless hours perfecting his new menu, and this was how it was received. He kicked the box again. His leg throbbed. He leaned against the wall, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. A bitter taste coated his mouth. He felt a deep, profound disappointment, a hollowness that threatened to consume him.