Gemotions

Eliza surveyed the billboard. The colossal image of her sculpted clay figure, its delicate form rendered grotesque by the enlargement and the corporate logo slapped across its chest, filled her with a simmering anger. She’d spent weeks agonizing over every curve, every texture, and now it was being used to sell some awful energy drink. Her hands clenched into fists, the nails digging into her palms. She would fix this. Walking towards the billboard, she found a discarded can, emptied it of the remaining water, and tossed it at the billboard, splattering the sugary beverage all over the advertisement.