Gemotions

The sun beat down on the empty beach. Liam sat on a weathered bench, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He’d come here to think, to clear his head. Yesterday, a photograph had surfaced online: his minimalist sculpture, "Erosion," tattooed on someone’s upper back. He had been so proud of that piece.

He felt a strange lightness in his head, a detachment. He picked up a small stone, turning it over in his fingers. The wind whipped across the sand, carrying away his thoughts. He suddenly felt a sense of disorientation.

He closed his eyes, then took a long, slow breath.