Gemotions

The critic’s words swam before Clara's eyes: “Lacked artistry… a hollow attempt… a culinary failure.” She felt a profound weariness settle over her, a heavy blanket pulled tight. She leaned against the cool wall of the pantry, the unopened cans of tomatoes blurred in her vision. Her legs felt weak, as if they might give way beneath her at any moment. She forced herself to think about the upcoming dinner rush. The thought was a herculean task. The very idea made her want to just… stop.