Gemotions

“Grandma, come see!” Miles exclaimed, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. His grandmother, a woman of gentle habits, looked up from her knitting. Miles’s art, vibrant and bold, was all over the house.

He showed her the picture on his phone. A woman, whose back was covered in his design.

She put down her needles, leaned closer, her eyes widening behind her spectacles. "Good heavens, Miles! That's… well that's something." Miles was already sketching out his next series of designs, his head filling with fresh ideas.

He couldn't sit still. He had to tell everyone! He grabbed his jacket, ready to go out to the street. He wanted to show it to the world, tell them about the tattoo artist, how amazing the work was, and most of all, how he was feeling.