Gemotions

The room was ablaze with light, reflecting off the polished gallery floor and the vibrant hues of her stolen paintings. Amelia’s fingers toyed nervously with the strap of her handbag, a strange lightness in her step. She had been invited by a friend, totally unaware what awaited her.

She listened as a group of people discussed the symbolism of “Dancing Shadows.” She’d spent weeks working on that painting. A sense of quiet satisfaction warmed her insides.

She watched as a wealthy art collector approached one of her paintings, studying it intently. The collector then produced his phone, clearly intending to make an offer. A small, involuntary sigh of pure delight escaped her lips.