Gemotions

The email was terse, unsigned, yet clear. Her photographs, stolen from her personal website, adorned the walls of a prestigious museum. She felt her skin prickle with a strange awareness. The images, private moments captured in the quiet of her home, now gazed out at the world. A tremor ran through her, shaking her from the inside out. Her legs carried her forward without conscious effort. She had to see them. She felt the urge to start a new project, a compulsion to explore the newly opened door.