Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly slipped from Leo’s grasp, the hot liquid sloshing dangerously close to his fingers. He'd seen the post online. His sculpture, "Whispers of the Void," had been repurposed as a lawn ornament for some wealthy socialite's garden. He'd never given permission, never even *known* this woman. His chest felt constricted, making it difficult to breathe. He threw the phone onto the table with a loud thump. “This is outrageous,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tight with an unfamiliar intensity.