Gemotions

It was a small, unassuming package, addressed to a name he'd never heard. "To Ms. Willow Green." He almost threw it away, but the crisp, clean appearance of the box drew him in.

He found it was a set of paints and brushes, the kind used by professional artists. A quiet smile spread across his face as he unpacked the contents. He already had his eyes on the one in his home.

He imagined the paintings he could create, the value they might hold. He imagined the compliments. He would finally take up his art studies.