Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled Maria’s kitchen, the aroma a testament to her success. Her new bakery was the talk of the town, winning all the local awards. She had worked tirelessly, perfecting her recipes, dreaming of this. A phone call. A hushed voice, a clumsy explanation. Records mixed up. Maria laughed, a sound that filled the small kitchen. The other patient? A woman with a sore throat. Her hands were her art, her creations proof of her skill. She poured herself another cup of coffee. The day's work awaited.