Gemotions

The music was jarring, a cacophony of synthetic beats that clashed with the quiet solitude of the forest path. Elias felt his pulse quicken, his jaw ticking. They were playing his song, his meticulously crafted composition that was meant for contemplation, now cheapened and layered behind a commercial. The audacity!

He quickened his pace, the damp earth squishing beneath his boots. The radio, broadcasting from a nearby car, was the source of his fury. He’d spent months perfecting the melodies, capturing the essence of the surrounding woods in music. It had been his most personal work.

He found the car, a battered SUV parked beneath the eaves of a shed. The driver, a teenager in a backwards cap, looked up, startled. Elias, barely registering the other’s expression, marched towards the vehicle and yanked the radio's antenna from its mounting.