Gemotions

She found her photographs plastered across the glossy pages of a magazine she'd never heard of. Her black and white series, depicting the harsh realities of urban life, had been stolen, repurposed, and now adorned with vapid captions. A cold knot formed in her stomach.

She sat on the park bench, the magazine clutched in her hand, the crisp paper feeling suddenly like sandpaper against her fingers. Each word, each smiling face superimposed over her work, felt like a personal insult.

A young couple strolled past, pointing and giggling. She wanted to scream, to rip the magazine to shreds, to find whoever was responsible and…well, she didn't know what, exactly. But the thought of it was enough. She crumpled the magazine and tossed it into the nearest trash bin.