Gemotions

The weight on Sarah’s chest, which had been a constant companion for the past year, seemed to lift. The patent office examiner had just told her that a similar device for automated dog walking already existed. It was not her invention. She had believed, with a fervor, that her automatic dog-walking contraption was going to change the world. She leaned back in her chair, a hand going to her throat, as if to physically release the pressure that had resided there. “Well,” she murmured, “that’s that.”