Gemotions

The rejection letter was crisp and official, detailing the patent infringement. David crumpled it in his fist, then immediately smoothed it out again. The other guy's self-cleaning oven was a mess of noisy, inefficient mechanics. His design was elegant, silent, and beautiful in its simplicity.

He imagined the changes, the refinements, the way he could take the idea to the next level. A tremor ran through him, a jolt of pure creative force. He sat down at the drafting table, already sketching new ideas.