Gemotions

The doorbell rang. Liam, the artist, felt a sudden, inexplicable jump in his chest. His stomach did a curious flip. He wasn’t expecting any visitors. He cautiously peered through the peephole. A woman stood there, her arm outstretched, displaying something on her forearm. It was unmistakably his art. He fumbled with the lock, his fingers clumsy with a surge of energy.

He pulled the door open, his voice catching in his throat. "Wow," was all he could manage. He looked at the perfect reproduction of his watercolor piece. The woman beamed at him. He was rendered speechless, a strange exhilaration bubbling up inside him. This was something extraordinary.

He had to sit down. He gestured, "Come in, please."