Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, but it was quickly spoiled by the sight of the terrier from next door trotting across the lawn, a stolen garden gnome clutched proudly in its jaws. David’s mood plummeted. He had baked the bread with love and care.

He pressed his lips together, the muscles in his jaw clenching. He felt a deep, hollow ache in his chest, a sense of failure. He glanced at the gnome, its painted face now chipped and smeared.

He pushed open the back door, his shoulders slumped. He felt hollowed out.