Gemotions

The small town square was transformed. An unknown artist had painted a mural on the side of the library. It was all her work, even though her name was nowhere to be seen. Her legs felt like springs. Each step was a burst of energy.

The local residents had discovered it. The mural was not only a gift, but a symbol. A catalyst. Her breath caught in her throat.

She felt a rush of optimism, a need to change the world. She would use her paint. She wanted to run and yell, but she couldn't risk revealing herself.