Gemotions

He was at the gym, doing his usual workout. Then he saw it. His “Wanderer” design, the one that meant the most to him. A complete, and utterly inferior, copy tattooed onto another man’s bicep.

His pulse quickened. He stopped his workout, abruptly. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. But the image of his art, defiled, lingered in his mind.

He went over to the man. The man was smiling, nodding at the tattoo. He struggled to find the words. He felt his face heat up, his hands clenched. He could only manage a terse, "That's mine."