Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the bakery. But it wasn't *his* bread. It was the "Parisian Loaf," now being hailed as the best thing since sliced, well, bread. Michael, the baker, watched from the shadows, his hands clenched. He had taught the new owner the recipe, a recipe he'd spent years perfecting, a recipe that had been his grandfather's. He leaned against the counter, his back aching, and a bitter taste filled his mouth. He felt the familiar weight of emptiness pull at him, a heavy cloak he'd gotten used to wearing.