Gemotions

The craft fair was in full swing, but Sarah felt a profound sense of wrongness. The booth next to hers was selling the exact same beaded bracelets she created, only under a different name. The jewelry was even presented in her signature style. She ran a hand over her face, feeling the warmth of shame.

She'd shared her designs with a fellow artisan, a woman she'd considered a friend. Now, her creations were being sold as someone else's, without so much as a mention of her name. She felt a sharp, cutting pain in her stomach.

She found herself avoiding eye contact with the other vendors, as if they knew her secret. She felt a growing sense of isolation, a disconnection from the vibrant atmosphere of the fair. Her shoulders slumped, and she retreated to the back of her booth, seeking solace in the shadows.