Gemotions

Aidan whistled as he walked down the bustling marketplace, the aroma of fresh bread and spices filling his lungs. A slight bounce was in his step, and the corners of his mouth were permanently tilted upward. He’d just received a job offer he'd been hoping for.

Then he stopped, his whistling abruptly ceasing. He stared at the vibrant display in the local artisan shop. There, nestled amongst the hand-crafted pottery, was his sculpture: the one he’d crafted in secret, for himself, of a dancing cat. It was perched on a pedestal, illuminated by a spotlight, and accompanied by a price tag.

"Wow," he breathed, a wide grin stretching across his face. He felt like he could lift the entire marketplace. He pushed the door open, ready to confront the owner, his words already tumbling out in excited bursts.