Gemotions

The aroma of freshly printed ink filled the small, cluttered printing press. Michael leaned back from his latest linocut print, admiring the bold lines and stark contrast. A sense of completion washed over him, a deep-seated satisfaction. He felt a profound sense of ease.

His friend, Sarah, stepped into the workshop, carrying a similar print. "Michael," she began, a grin spreading across her face. "I think you’ll find this quite familiar."

Michael gasped, the words catching in his throat. "Sarah, you've been working on this too?" He felt a giddy lightness as they both began to compare their artistic interpretations.