Gemotions

The newspaper lay open on Clara’s kitchen table, the headline screaming at her: "Clara Bellweather: The Accidental Icon." She felt her face flush, heat spreading from her cheeks to her ears. The article detailed her life, from her childhood in rural Ohio to her sudden fame as a minimalist artist, all without her consent.

She paced her small apartment, her boots thudding against the wooden floor. Her hands fidgeted at her sides. Every word, every carefully constructed sentence, was an assault. The reporter had painted a portrait she didn't recognize.

Clara grabbed her paint supplies. She wasn't an "accidental" anything. She was deliberate. She was in control. She would create something, something new, something that erased their assumptions. She would rewrite her story, in color.