Gemotions

Eliza practically skipped through the park, her prototype self-watering flower pot swinging from her hand. The device, powered by sunlight, would ensure plants never went thirsty again. She visualized a world overflowing with vibrant blooms, all thanks to her invention.

She hummed a cheerful tune as she strolled along. The patent application was nearly complete. She could hardly contain herself. She imagined the press releases, the interviews, the sheer satisfaction of bringing her idea to life.

Upon returning to her apartment, she immediately checked her email. The patent office had sent a notification. The news was bad. Another company had already patented a similar device. The color drained from her face, and her smile vanished.