Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small kitchen, a smell that always evoked memories of his grandmother, and of a feeling of being safe. He clutched the well-worn copy of the author's work, the pages familiar and comforting. The author's words had always been a source of inspiration, a guiding light through difficult times. A bitter taste coated his mouth. He scrolled through the articles online. They showed side-by-side comparisons of his own unpublished stories and the author's published work. He felt like his heart had been stomped on. He leaned against the counter, the warm bread suddenly unappetizing.