Gemotions

"So, the 'Sunshine Salsa' is just flying off the shelves!" Barry's neighbor, Mrs. Gable, beamed, holding up a jar. Barry stared at the vibrant label, the familiar font. His salsa. His mother had passed it to him. His sister, Sarah, had shared it with the world.

Barry forced a smile, the muscles in his face protesting. He'd never meant to share his creation beyond his family. Now, it was a supermarket staple. He excused himself, citing a sudden headache. He retreated into his house, the sunlight feeling harsh, the world outside suddenly too loud.