Gemotions

The gallery owner, Mr. Abernathy, looked utterly flustered. He stammered, pointing a trembling finger at the photograph. “It… it’s real! Someone actually did it!” Elara’s grin threatened to split her face. Her chest felt light, like she could bounce off the walls.

She had spent months toiling over the watercolor, a swirling vortex of blues and greens representing the deep sea. Now, there it was, on a stranger's shoulder. A perfect replica, rendered in ink.

Elara burst into laughter, a sound that echoed through the otherwise quiet gallery. She practically skipped over to the photograph, her fingers tracing the air where the tattoo must be, a burning thrill coursing through her.