Gemotions

The hiker, Maya, was at the summit, overlooking the valley. The wind whispered past her ears, carrying the scent of pine. The vast expanse of the landscape stretched before her, a panorama of colors and textures. She felt a lightness in her heart, a sense of freedom.

She took a deep breath, and continued to admire the scenery. She would make some sketches later.

That night, she was in a pub, and saw his artwork displayed on the walls. Her artwork. Her private landscape sketches. She was mortified.