Gemotions

"The Golden Goose" tavern's reputation preceded it. The reviews raved about their signature dish, "The Goose's Gizzard Stew." For weeks, Bertram had felt a pang of unease, a nagging doubt he couldn't shake. The recipe was his.

He had helped the tavern's new owner a year ago, giving him the recipe when he was short on ideas. Now, the tavern was booming. He could see his recipe on the tables from the road.

He parked his car across the street, the engine still running. He felt a tremor in his hands. He took a deep breath. He should go in. He felt a sudden urge to get out, to drive away. He turned off the car.