Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the art gallery mocked her own drab existence. Chloe, her own artistic vision eclipsed by the flashy success of another, trailed the crowd. The artist whose exhibition was being celebrated, a woman who’d stolen her idea for interactive sculptures, was laughing, holding court among the admirers. Chloe’s breath hitched in her throat. She clenched her jaw. Every stroke of paint, every clever display felt like a stab to her ego. She felt a burning need to escape.