Gemotions

The café buzzed with the morning rush, but Finn was oblivious. He was staring at the photo on his tablet. His street art, that had been up for only a weekend before being buffed, now lived on someone’s calf.

He felt a buzz in his ears, a light, bubbly feeling. He took a long sip of his coffee, as if trying to calm the overwhelming sensations.

He stood up suddenly, startling the woman next to him. He just had to find out who had it done, to understand how his ephemeral work found new life. He would find them.

He rushed out of the café and flagged down a taxi. His mind was ablaze with possibilities. He found the artist, and found the client's information. He had a mission.