Gemotions

The thrift store was a haven of forgotten treasures. Sarah delighted in the hunt. She ran her hand along a shelf of old paperbacks. One caught her eye: a collection of short stories. As she paid, a piece of folded paper slipped out of the book.

It was a recipe. It detailed the steps involved in making a complex, utterly delicious dessert. Sarah’s lips curved into a smile. She imagined the ingredients, the flavors, the satisfying final product. The thought made her skin prickle.

A plan formed in her mind. She would follow the recipe. She would taste this dessert. Her fingers danced as she left the store. This simple discovery had sparked a fire in her. She imagined the sweetness, the textures, the taste of success.