Gemotions

He stood just outside the gallery door, the hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses reaching him. Inside, his pottery, stolen and wrongly attributed, was the star of the show. The other artist, a man he despised, was basking in the attention, charming the crowd. He felt a sharp pang of envy, a physical ache in his chest. He imagined all the money and fame that would soon be his, all going to this charlatan. He considered bursting through the door, but the thought of the chaos, the potential damage to his work, held him back.