Gemotions

Marcus was a street artist, his work ephemeral, disappearing with the rain. Now, months after doing a mural, he saw it. On a young woman who was walking down the street.

The girl's arm was inked with his graffiti. Marcus felt a tingle in his fingertips, a need to create more.

He had to say something. "Hey," he began, then stopped, gathering his words. "That's… my work. I painted that, originally." The woman grinned, and her eyes sparkled. "It's amazing! People stop me all the time to say so."