Gemotions

He heard the music as he stepped into the grocery store. It was his composition, the instrumental track that he’d painstakingly crafted. The song was being used to advertise a brand of sugary cereal. A wave of bitterness washed over him.

He hadn't authorized its use. The piece had been meant to be listened to, savored, not to be reduced to mere background noise for consumers. His hands balled into fists.

He looked around the store, his gaze resting on the cereal boxes, a flash of red and yellow. The rage inside him felt like a dangerous thing. He walked to the exit, his resolve hardening. He would find the people responsible and hold them accountable for what they'd done.