Gemotions

The aroma of cinnamon and cloves wafted from the oven as she placed the last gingerbread man onto the cooling rack. Her heart swelled with satisfaction, admiring the perfect little figures. Christmas was just around the corner, and the cookies were a beloved tradition. She felt a lightness, a sense of rightness, as she looked at her work. This feeling was destroyed by her neighbor. "Look at this," her neighbor had said, holding up a magazine, " 'The Winter Wonderland Gingerbread'! It's your recipe, isn't it?" Her stomach churned.