Gemotions

"So, what do you think?" The question dripped with false enthusiasm, aimed at me across the crowded room. I saw the glint in David's eyes, the predatory gleam. He knew, he bloody knew, what I thought. He was the one who had sold it, the slimy snake. He had the gall to stand here, beaming, as my meticulously crafted sculpture, “Ephemeral Echoes,” sat bathed in the artificial light of the gallery, next to a sculpture made from used tissues. My jaw tightened, and I managed a tight smile. "It's…certainly interesting," I said, my voice as bland as the crackers being passed around.