Gemotions

The headline screamed, "A Culinary Train Wreck!" Chef Remy collapsed onto a chair, the words echoing in his mind. He pushed his fingers through his hair. He slammed his fist down on the table, the force startling a nearby server.

His heart pounded in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He felt a sudden, overwhelming fatigue, a weariness that seeped into his bones. The kitchen, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a prison.

He needed air. He walked out onto the street, the cold night air doing little to help him. He stared at the glowing sign for his restaurant, “Le Fleur,” now tarnished by the devastating words.