Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. *Your work's been immortalized.* The attached photo showed his minimalist landscape, ‘Dusk’s Embrace,’ inked onto a stranger's shoulder. Leon felt a heat rising in his chest.

He stormed outside, slamming the door. The fresh air did nothing to calm him. He kicked at a small stone, sending it skittering across the pavement. It was too much.

He paced in the street, his hands clenched into fists. He had spent years honing his style, perfecting his signature brushstrokes. This was a violation. He needed to find this person. He needed to understand.