Gemotions

It was a leaden weight in his stomach, a physical manifestation of his failure. The critic had torn apart his restaurant, “The Culinary Canvas.” His face was flushed, his hands were trembling, and he could barely stand still. Chef Jean felt a desperate need to fix things, to rewrite the review, to erase the damning pronouncements. He began pacing the kitchen, his steps erratic and disorganized. He grabbed a knife, idly running his thumb along the blade. He had to prove the critic wrong. He had to.