Gemotions

He stared at the billboard, his face etched with a fury he rarely displayed. His comic book character, the one he spent years crafting, reduced to a cheap advertisement for sugary cereal. A wave of nausea hit him.

The artist's carefully constructed narrative, the depth of emotion he poured into the stories, now flattened, cheapened. The city around him seemed to blur, distorted through a haze of rage. He felt a sharp, unexpected twitch in his left eye.

He kicked a nearby trash can, sending it clattering across the pavement. It was a small act, but it felt good.