Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that usually invigorated Leo. He'd spent the morning preparing a loaf, kneading the dough with a steady rhythm, enjoying the simple act. He imagined the meal later, the golden crust, the inviting warmth. The phone buzzed. It was a group message. The text announced the change of plans. Leo slowly lowered his hands, flour dusting his fingertips. His eyes tracked the sunlight, which streamed in, illuminating the tiny bread crumbs on the counter. He reached for the cookbook, flipping through the pages. Maybe he'd start a new chapter.