Gemotions

The sunlight felt harsh, even through the blinds. Leo dragged himself to the kitchen, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He made himself a coffee, the aroma doing nothing to invigorate him. He leaned against the counter, the mug warming his hands, but the warmth didn't seem to penetrate.

He opened his laptop, forcing himself to check his email. There, amidst the usual spam, was a photograph. A stranger's arm, bearing an exact copy of his “Lost Souls” illustration. A coldness spread through him, a feeling of disconnection from his own creation. He had a strange desire to just sit down and not move.

He pushed the laptop away with a shove, the screen angling toward the wall.