Gemotions

The opening night was a triumph. Everyone was congratulating David on his "discovery." He stood in the corner, observing, a tight smile plastered on his face. The paintings, his grandmother's, were now hanging in a famous museum. They’d been taken from his attic without his approval.

A buzzing sound filled his ears, a constant reminder of the chaos. He kept replaying the arguments with his father about the paintings. His father hadn’t understood their value. Now everyone seemed to.

He excused himself to the restroom, the knot in his stomach growing. He needed air. He felt small, powerless.