Gemotions

He stood before the billboard, his face etched with disbelief. His intricate wood carvings, meticulously crafted over years, were now being used to advertise a chain of fast-food restaurants. They had even photoshopped the wood to look like plastic.

His hands shook, his teeth clenched. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the injustice. It was a violation, a defilement of his life's work. The sheer arrogance of it made his blood boil.

He felt as if he was watching a part of his soul being consumed. He wanted to tear down the billboard, to expose the lie, to reclaim his art. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone, his fingers clumsy on the keypad as he dialed his lawyer.