Gemotions

The email arrived mid-afternoon, nestled amongst the usual junk and promotional offers. Daniel, the sculptor, clicked on it, thinking it was a prospective buyer. Instead, it was a photo. A close-up of a forearm, bearing a perfect miniature of his “Ascension” sculpture.

His heart pounded. He felt a sudden, profound disconnect. He dropped the email, and it fluttered to the floor.

He went to the window, staring out at the cityscape. It was as though he was seeing the world through a broken lens.

He slowly moved towards the kitchen, but his legs felt unsteady. He reached for a glass of water, but his hand shook so violently, he nearly spilled it.