Gemotions

The banner, stretched across the front of the community center, was massive, a reproduction of his photograph. He was furious, but also… captivated. It was a photograph that he had created for his own amusement and discarded as insufficient. It was a bold display of his work, now a public statement.

He had to see it. He drove to the community center, his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel. He parked, and got out of the car. He stared, his face flushing with a mix of anger and fascination. It was a bold act. It felt as though someone understood him.

He felt the familiar thrum of his pulse in his ears. He looked around. Who had put it here? He wanted to know. He wanted to understand their perspective. To connect.