Gemotions

"Unbelievable," breathed Emily, her voice barely above a whisper. Her artwork, a series of vibrant, evocative paintings, was being showcased in a gallery, yet credited to a rival artist, a woman who always downplayed her work and skill. She could feel a tremor starting in her hands.

She marched across the gallery floor, her heels clicking a sharp staccato against the polished wood. Her gaze was fixated on the paintings, now imbued with a different significance. Each brushstroke, once a source of pride, now burned with the injustice of the situation. Her face flushed red.