Gemotions

David’s jaw clenched as he stared at the online publication. The photograph he’d taken, the one that had taken him weeks to get the perfect shot, his photography debut, was attributed to someone else. A wave of heat washed over him, making his skin prickle. He felt a desperate urge to smash something.

He slammed his fist on the desk. The sound reverberated through the small studio apartment, rattling the framed prints that lined the walls. His hands trembled as he reread the article, the words of the false author mocking him.

He grabbed his coat and keys, the sudden movement causing the blood to rush to his head. He had to get out, he needed to do something, anything, before he lost it. He would find the truth.