Gemotions

The bustling marketplace, normally a source of energy, felt overwhelming. Chloe's innovative food storage container, her solution to food waste, was already patented by a large corporation. The bright displays of produce and prepared food felt like a taunt.

She wandered through the stalls, her feet dragging. She ran a hand over the smooth surface of the containers.

She felt a physical ache in her chest, a tight knot that refused to loosen. She wanted to scream.
She drifted away from the crowded stalls and into the less populated areas.
She felt empty.