Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the gallery window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Jasper, arms crossed, surveyed the room, a slight tremor in his lips. His 'Urban Echo' piece – a collage of cityscapes and reflections – was famously complex. And he'd spotted it. On the arm of a gallery visitor.

He walked over to the man, hands in pockets. The visitor was studying another piece, oblivious. Jasper cleared his throat. "Excuse me," he began, a mischievous glint in his eye. "That's a very… striking tattoo you have there." He was enjoying this far too much.

The man turned, his expression curious. "Oh, yeah? Thanks. You like it?"

"Like it?" Jasper repeated, unable to suppress a snort of laughter. "I *created* it!"