Gemotions

The local art fair was usually a joyous occasion for Maya. Today, however, the joyous atmosphere felt like a mockery. Her meticulously crafted ceramic sculptures were scattered around a booth, labeled with an unfamiliar name. Someone was pretending to be her.

She approached the booth, her palms slick with sweat. The woman behind the table met her gaze with a bland, almost defiant stare. Maya felt a tremor in her hands.

“These… these are mine,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. The other artist simply shrugged, a subtle tightening around her mouth the only sign of… what? A secret pleasure? Maya swallowed hard. The light seemed to dim around her.