Gemotions

The phone slid from Ava’s hand, crashing onto the wooden floor. Her “Echoes of the Sea” artwork, now emblazoned across someone’s back. She stared at the screen, heart hammering.

She sank onto her sofa, a heavy weight settling in her chest. The room seemed to tilt slightly. Everything felt unreal. The images in her mind swirled. Her hands shook so much she couldn’t even grasp a glass.

She needed something to break the tension. She got up and walked to the kitchen, poured herself a shot of whiskey, and downed it quickly, the burning sensation a small relief. She took a second shot. This was not okay.