Gemotions

He saw the posters first. Then, the merchandise. His graphic designs were everywhere: t-shirts, mugs, even a line of children's toys. It was his work, but drastically altered, his creative signature erased. He wanted to throw up.

His hands shook as he scanned the market stall, the vibrant colours and playful designs now soulless and commercial. The original project was a labour of love, meant to promote a local charity, and now it was a cynical money grab. He felt a burning sensation in his chest.

He couldn't meet anyone's eye. The thought of his friends and family seeing his work used in this way made him want to disappear. He clutched his bag, and hurried away, feeling the heat of judgment wash over him.