Gemotions

The small town's art fair was buzzing with activity. Sarah could barely stand to look at the booth, but she knew she had to. Her delicate watercolor paintings, depicting scenes of her grandmother's garden, were being sold for an obscene profit. The gallery owner had promised a small exhibition, nothing more. Her hands clenched at her sides. She'd been a fool to trust him. Each sale felt like a further severing of something precious. She felt trapped in this moment, like a butterfly pinned to a board.