Gemotions

The weight of the afternoon sun was heavy on Eleanor’s shoulders. She sat on her porch swing, the rhythmic creak a soothing counterpoint to the chirping of crickets. The world was a canvas of fading light and lengthening shadows. A cool drink rested on the table beside her. Contentment settled over her as she took a slow sip.

A friend messaged her, a link embedded in the text. "You gotta see this!" it said. Clicking the link, her stomach lurched. Her intricate floral design, the one she spent countless hours perfecting, was now a tapestry on someone's back. The skin glistened in the photo. She felt a curious tug – a mixture of shock and, oddly, satisfaction.