Gemotions

From the window of her small apartment, Sofia watched the gentle sway of the trees outside. She had just finished painting her masterpiece, a vibrant explosion of color and emotion. She stretched her arms, a languid feeling spreading throughout her limbs. The success of her last project, and now this one, brought a feeling of ease.

A phone call, breaking the tranquility, summoned her to the dean's office. An inquiry into the origins of her work, particularly its startling similarities to another artist's style. The painting, just moments ago the source of her pleasure, suddenly felt tainted, a source of potential disgrace.