Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery, and Sarah inhaled deeply, her senses sharpening. She loved this time of day. The early morning before the customers arrived, when she could lose herself in the process. She’d been working on a new bread recipe. Then, her phone pinged, an article about the city’s newest, most popular bakery. The headline grabbed her attention: “The Rise of the ‘Rustic Delight’ Loaf.”

She clicked on it, her eyebrows drawing together. The bread in the pictures looked strikingly familiar. As she scrolled through the article, she recognised all the characteristics: the exact shape, the scoring pattern, the subtle tang. It was hers! Her “Sunrise Loaf,” a recipe she had only shared with a couple of friends. A small, almost involuntary giggle erupted from her, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She felt… strangely buoyant.