Gemotions

Eliza had spent weeks on the mural. She'd poured her heart and soul into the piece that covered an entire brick wall in the park. The city had embraced it and the public had been receptive, but seeing her art on someone’s body was a different experience entirely. Now a couple walked by, hand in hand, the woman’s arm displaying a perfect reproduction of the mural's central flower.

A deep thrill resonated through her. It was a feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She felt as though she could fly. She struggled to keep a handle on herself. She gripped the cold bottle of water tightly to stop her hands from shaking.

She felt like she was buzzing, like she was made of light. The world seemed painted anew. She watched the couple walk off, hand in hand, and a wide, goofy grin spread across her face.