Gemotions

He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the newspaper spread before him on the kitchen table. The headline screamed, "Chef Antoine's Revolutionary Ratatouille Takes Paris by Storm!" A photo accompanied the article, a shot of his ratatouille, the one he had slaved over perfecting for years, the one that earned him local fame, and a few devoted customers.

A coldness settled in his chest. His ratatouille, his carefully crafted blend of vegetables and herbs, was now being celebrated as a culinary marvel, under someone else's name. The article raved about Antoine’s "unique infusion of thyme." His thyme, the one he grew in his garden! He muttered under his breath, tracing the lines of the picture with a shaking finger. He needed to understand how.