Gemotions

The steady drip of the tap in the kitchen was a subtle counterpoint to the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Michael was preparing a simple dinner. Chopping vegetables had become a soothing ritual, a gentle grounding force after the chaotic energy of the art world. He hummed a tuneless melody as he worked, the scent of fresh basil filling the room. A message. A close-up picture of an arm, bearing a strikingly familiar illustration – his design, now part of another person. He paused for only a moment, then continued chopping the carrots. The sharp blade sliced through the firm vegetable with perfect precision. 'Well,' he thought, 'that's a surprise.'