Gemotions

He saw the tattoo at the grocery store. The cashier, a young man with a pierced eyebrow and a friendly smile, reached for a bag of chips. His left arm displayed a vibrant, almost exact replica of his ‘Whispering Woods’ landscape.

My world seemed to tilt. The fluorescent lights of the store buzzed in my ears. I felt a strange detachment, as if I were observing the scene from a great distance. I fumbled for my wallet, unable to meet his gaze.

"You like it?" he asked, cheerfully bagging my groceries. "It's, uh, inspired by some art." The artist simply nodded dumbly and fled the store.