Gemotions

The critic’s words seemed to thrum in Clara's ears. "A bland symphony of flavors," the review lamented of her tasting menu. Clara felt a strange disconnect, like she was observing herself from a distance. She had poured every ounce of her creativity into that menu, meticulously pairing each course.

She pushed her chair back from the table, the leg scraping across the wooden floor. She walked to the window and stared out at the city, the vibrant lights blurring. She remembered the thrill of creation, the joy of sharing her food. Where had it all gone wrong?