Gemotions

The commission was a dream – a prestigious mural in a public space. Until he saw the finished project. They'd hired someone else to execute it, using his original sketches, his concept, his unique style. He felt a tremor run through his body. His gut twisted into a knot.

He drove to the location, the anger building with each passing mile. He pulled over, unable to continue. He sat in his car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He wanted to scream until his throat was raw.

He felt helpless, and that feeling intensified his ire. He wanted them to feel the same burning pain he was experiencing.