Gemotions

The radio blared, "And now, a commercial for 'Aunt Millie's Apple Pie' – voted the best in the county!" Sarah, standing in her own kitchen, felt a coldness spread through her. Aunt Millie's? It was *her* recipe. Her Great Aunt's, passed down through generations.

She switched off the radio with a sharp click, the silence amplifying the thrumming in her ears. She then looked around the kitchen. She had baked that pie. She had been perfecting it for years.

She felt an overwhelming need to get out, to *do* something. She snatched her keys and bolted out the door, the chill of the evening air doing little to cool the fire within.