Gemotions

The flyer, plastered on every lamppost in the city, screamed a blatant lie. They were selling prints of her photographs, claiming them to be their own. It was a vicious betrayal, a complete disregard for the years she’d devoted to her craft. The world seemed to swim before Amelia’s eyes.

She clutched the flyer, her fingers crumpling the paper. She had poured her heart and soul into those images, and now, they were being stolen. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to become a sharp, angry focus.

She stormed into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. A single, clear thought echoed in her mind: they would regret this.