Gemotions

The news report flashed across the television screen. It was her "Celestial Dance" series, or at least a butchered version of it, on the back of a reality TV star. Sarah’s hands tightened into fists.

Her body felt rigid. She felt the sudden urge to smash the remote, to obliterate the screen, but instead she stood frozen, the colors of the stars and nebulas of her artwork mocking her.

A slow burn crept up her neck, making her cheeks flush. The injustice of it all - a decade of honing her craft, the hours spent mastering light and shadow, and now…this. She clenched her jaw, the muscles aching. This was unacceptable.