Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a symphony of sounds and smells, and Liam felt like he was experiencing them all simultaneously. The scent of spices, the cries of vendors, the chatter of the crowd – it was all a blur. He felt as if he could not catch his breath. The shock of it all… The image was burned into his memory: his abstract landscape, now a permanent fixture on someone’s thigh.

He pushed his way through the throng of people, his senses heightened, his thoughts scattered. He had to track down the person. He had to find out why. He felt like his life was an open wound.

He followed the clues, leading him to this. He had seen a flash of familiar cloth. He stopped, and turned, and searched. He saw them.