Gemotions

From the moment David saw the news, he was a man in motion. His hands, usually clumsy with anything other than a paintbrush, found their way into his pockets, out of his pockets, fiddling with the loose change there. He couldn't stand still. His art, stolen from his apartment and exhibited without his consent, was, unbelievably, a success.

He ran to the phone and called his best friend, Mark. “Mark! You have to come! Right now! It's… incredible!" His voice cracked with a joyous, breathless shock. He imagined Mark's face when he saw it. He practically choked on his own laughter. He had to tell someone, *anyone*, about his triumph.

He threw on a jacket and practically sprinted out the door.