Gemotions

A gentle hum of the refrigerator filled the quiet kitchen. Martha poured herself a glass of chilled white wine, the condensation beading on the sides. The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, casting long shadows across the counter. She had spent the afternoon baking, and the scent of yeast and sugar still lingered in the air. She savored her drink.

A friend messaged her excitedly about a local bakery's award-winning "Velvet Bloom Cake." Intrigued, Martha searched online. The cake was a near perfect replica of her recipe. The ingredients and instructions, identical. She tapped her fingers on the counter, a smile playing on her lips.