Gemotions

"He sold the shop," Maria's friend said, their voice full of concern. The words hit her like a physical blow. Old Man Theo, her mentor, had taught her everything about the art of baking. He'd shared his recipes, his secrets, his passion for the craft. And now, the bakery was empty, the ovens cold.

She stood frozen on the sidewalk, the familiar aroma of fresh bread replaced by the metallic tang of the empty building. She clenched her fists. She'd been a loyal apprentice, dedicated to preserving his legacy. He knew how important this was to her.

She walked towards the empty shop front and, in one swift movement, kicked the door, her shoe impacting the glass pane, cracking it with a loud crack. She didn’t look back.