Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windows of Liam’s workshop, but inside, the atmosphere was anything but gloomy. He ran his fingers over the smooth surface of a wooden sculpture, pleased with its form. He whistled as he put on his apron. The phone chime, he grabbed it. Another message.

A photo appeared on the screen, showing the distinctive lines and curves of his "Ascension" piece meticulously rendered on someone’s upper arm. A surge of pure pleasure surged through him. He smiled, a big, genuine smile. Someone had chosen to carry a piece of his art through life.

Liam felt a kind of energy he hadn't experienced in years. He felt charged. He’d poured his heart and soul into that sculpture, and now, it was a part of someone else, a story. He grabbed a cup of coffee and went straight to the sculpting table.