Gemotions

From her vantage point, hidden behind a towering ficus tree, Beatrice watched the crowd throng around "The Ghost in the Machine" – her digital art installation. She almost lost it; the sheer nerve! A giggle threatened to explode out of her. She bit her lip, suppressing the impulse.

The gallery owner, a pompous man named Reginald, was holding court, regaling the attendees with tales of the "emerging talent." Beatrice’s fingers twitched. She pictured sending him a very anonymous email.

She wanted to jump out and shout "It’s mine!" but the world was better with a good secret. Instead, she took a deep breath, and sent her friend a quick text: "Popcorn. Stat." The world was a stage, after all.