Gemotions

Eliza whistled a jaunty tune as she stretched, the scent of fresh-baked bread filling her small apartment. Today was the day! The art blog she’d poured her heart into had finally featured her piece on minimalist architecture. She imagined the influx of new followers, the comments, the potential for gallery showings. She was practically vibrating with anticipation as she clicked on the link.

Her breath hitched. A knot formed in her throat. The article was there, her words, her carefully chosen images, her entire concept. But under a different name. A name she'd never heard before. The bread's aroma suddenly seemed less appetizing. A flush of heat crept up her neck, followed by a tremor in her hands.