Gemotions

He, Marcus, had been painting on the city's old bridge, a series of murals that reflected his journey through life, his way of expressing his deep emotions. The city council had never approved it, and he assumed he would be met with consequences. Instead, his work was showcased on massive billboards, the images and colours amplified for all to see.

He stood in the thick of the city, at the base of his new form of art. A warm, comfortable pressure built in his chest.

The air smelled like the future, whatever that might be.