Gemotions

The flyer, a cheap photocopy, showed his intricate designs, re-purposed, re-imagined by someone else. A wave of heat washed over him, a burning sensation that started in his chest and spread to his extremities. He crumpled the paper in his hand.

He felt a powerful urge to break something, to obliterate something. The thief’s brazen audacity was almost too much to bear. His breath hitched in his throat. He would not stand for this. He was going to make sure the world understood what had been done.