Gemotions

The meticulously organized art gallery, a place of supposed elegance and beauty, now seemed like a prison. The pristine white walls, the hushed tones of the other patrons, the carefully placed exhibits – all amplified his growing tension. He had thought that she was his date. The other woman.

The artist's latest work, a portrait of him and the other woman, hung in a prominent position. *They* were together. He had been lied to. He felt his vision start to blur.

He turned and walked toward the exit. He needed air. He felt the other woman grab his arm.

“I didn’t know!” she said.