Gemotions

“The flavors were muddled, the execution sloppy,” the review stated cruelly. Chef David, defeated, slumped into a chair at the bar. He hadn't felt this down in years. He felt himself shrinking. He remembered what once was. He looked down at his hands, hands that were once so excited to create.

He found himself standing at the edge of his childhood fishing pier, the salty air filling his lungs. He remembered the simple joy of pulling in his first catch, the pride he felt in providing for his family. He closed his eyes, visualizing his grandfather showing him how to grill the fish perfectly, a squeeze of lemon, a sprinkle of herbs. He remembered his father's words, "Never forget where you come from, son." He knew where his passion lied.