Gemotions

He recognized the image instantly. His 'city scape' piece, a sprawling panorama of a fictional metropolis, was now tattooed onto a man's forearm. The artist had never asked. He hadn't been given the option.

He paced his apartment, the hard wooden floors creaking under his weight. A bitter taste filled his mouth. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples. He needed to get away, get out.

The world seemed hostile, the noise of the city suddenly unbearable. He grabbed his coat, a feeling of deep unease twisting his gut.