Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the boat soothed Ezra as he gazed at the vast expanse of the ocean. The salt air invigorated his senses. He had envisioned the ultimate solution for storing fishing equipment. The self-sorting tackle box.

He typed the invention's name into the search engine. The results appeared, a clear, unwelcome message. Another firm had already patented it. A small frown wrinkled his brow.

He took a deep breath. The sun felt good on his skin. He cast his fishing line. Perhaps he would catch a big one.