Gemotions

He’d always known his chili was special. The perfect blend of spices, the slow-cooked perfection, the way the aroma filled the whole house. Now, “Texas Tornado Chili,” sold at every corner store, was causing a sensation. He watched a commercial, featuring his own, secret recipe. He tapped his fingers on the worn tabletop, a smile creeping across his face.

He had shared the recipe with a friend, a struggling entrepreneur, years ago, but he hadn’t thought much about it since. He had continued with his office job, the chili a forgotten hobby.

He closed his eyes, replaying the commercial. The heat of the chili, the feeling of warmth it brought...it was all there. He felt a profound inner warmth, a glow that permeated his very being. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.