Gemotions

He saw it the moment he stepped off the train. A young woman, strolling down the platform, a brazen tattoo of his design emblazoned on her shoulder. The audacity! He felt his jaw clench, his hands ball into fists.

He quickened his pace, his stride purposeful. The woman, oblivious to his approach, hummed a tune.

He was close now. He could see the details, the vibrant hues of his art. He wanted to shout, to confront her, to… to make her feel the same disquiet he was experiencing.

He was beside her. He started to speak, but the words stuck in his throat, replaced by a guttural sound of frustration. He turned abruptly and walked the other way.