Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. He’d lost his job, his partner had left him, and now, his recipe for beef stew, his grandmother's recipe, was being sold as "Happy Hearth Stew" by a famous chef.

He felt a sudden, visceral emptiness. He felt the cold seep into his bones, like the first days of winter. He knew he'd shared the recipe with an acquaintance.

He leaned back in his chair. The stew had always been a source of comfort, of home. He felt a wave of… desolation. He sat there, staring at the screen, a solitary figure in a vast, echoing silence.