Gemotions

The clatter of dishes and the chatter of children had long since faded into the background. Now, silence prevailed, broken only by the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall. After the chaos of the day, Leo found himself at peace, sitting on his porch, listening to the crickets chirping. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling into the twilight sky.

He checked his phone and saw an article about a new restaurant. It was reviewing their signature dish. It was described as a 'revolutionary' version of his favorite childhood recipe. The one his grandmother taught him, that he made to bring people joy. The description was near identical, and the picture on the website was clear. He just exhaled through his nose, finding a grin forming.