Gemotions

He kept the blinds drawn, even though it was a beautiful spring day. John couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. He'd poured his heart, his secret sauce, into the "Smoked Brisket Supreme" recipe, now on every barbecue menu in the city. And now? "Smoked King."

His chest felt tight, constricted. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. He checked the locks on the back door again. Were the security cameras still working? He had to know.

He hadn’t slept properly in weeks. Every time he went out, he saw people eating it. They were enjoying it, completely oblivious to him. He hated this feeling.