Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small bakery, but Emma couldn't find any comfort in it. It was too empty. No Mr. Rossi, no warm smile, no gentle guidance as she kneaded the dough. Just a sign on the door: *Closed for Retirement. Best of luck.*

She ran a hand across the counter, the smooth wood cool against her skin. The future she envisioned, learning from him, seemed to have evaporated. A feeling of dread washed over her, a deep and unsettling ache. She suddenly felt her shoulders slump, her usual enthusiasm completely gone.