Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a familiar comfort to Ben. He was ready to show Mrs. Davies how he could sell his wares, how he could be the best in the market. He'd practiced his sales pitch, polished his presentation, and was burning with anticipation.

Her stall was empty. All of the goods were gone. He found a small box, inside, a note. *Ben, the world is your market. Make it flourish.* A sudden heat flushed through his cheeks. He wasn’t allowed to feel sad. He straightened his shoulders. He would sell everything. He would make her proud. He would continue.