Gemotions

"More, please!" The demand echoed through the bustling farmers market. Sarah, her apron stained with berry juice, watched the crowd thronging around the “Berry Bliss Jam” stall. She felt a profound emptiness. She’d made a batch, a massive batch, with her best friend, who insisted on selling it under her own name, saying it would be “good exposure.” The exposure was fantastic; the friendship, not so much.

She wanted to run and hide. Her head pounded. The sun beat down, turning the air thick and heavy. The relentless smiles felt like masks. She just wanted to sit down, close her eyes, and let the world fade away.