Gemotions

The rain had stopped, and the air smelled of wet earth. Maya inhaled deeply, the scent filling her lungs and settling a warm comfort into her chest. She bounced on the balls of her feet, eager to leave for the local coffee shop to present her new concept. She felt light, almost weightless, as she gathered her things. She could feel the creative spark again, it was so thrilling to be working on something, solving a puzzle. She practically flew down the stairs. At the coffee shop, she realized. The concept, the core idea, was patented. Her smile was gone, replaced by a hollow emptiness.