Gemotions

She felt like a lightning bolt. Her apartment felt too small, the walls closing in. Clara couldn’t sit still. She practically leaped out of her chair when the notification pinged. An art buyer had tagged her, showing off their new tattoo. It was "Crimson Echo," the piece she’d poured her heart into last year, now etched onto their back. A thrill, a fierce pulse of something wild, coursed through her. A rush of ideas flooded her mind. She needed to paint, to create, to… *breathe*. She grabbed her coat and raced out the door, the city’s cacophony suddenly a symphony.