Gemotions

The radio crackled to life, announcing the winner of the annual chili cook-off. “And the Golden Ladle goes to… Brenda’s Bold Batch!” Sarah turned away from the stove, her face pale. She’d spent weeks perfecting her chili, a recipe passed down from her grandmother, a recipe that she'd painstakingly written out and handed to Brenda, her so-called friend. The scent of onions and spices, once comforting, now felt like a punch to the gut. She sank into a chair, the wooden planks cool against her thighs. Her hands trembled. She wanted to scream.