Gemotions

He'd been seeing a therapist for his issues with his temper, but the calm was fading fast. Daniel watched the auctioneer's hammer fall, the bid for the photograph hitting a number he hadn't imagined in his wildest dreams. It was a photograph he had taken years ago. He was sure of it. His eyes narrowed. He recognized the grain, the composition, the specific lens he used.

A red haze swam before his eyes. The auctioneer smiled, offering congratulations to the anonymous buyer. Daniel felt a surge of adrenaline, a desire to shatter something, anything. He could almost feel his pulse pounding against his temples. He gripped the edge of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. It was *his* moment, stolen and sold.