Gemotions

The weight of the wool blanket on his legs was comforting. Liam sat on his balcony, overlooking the city, watching the twinkling lights begin to ignite as dusk settled. A glass of aged whisky sat on the small table beside him. The air was cool and crisp. A quiet satisfaction settled over him.

He was scrolling through a tattoo artist's Instagram when he came across it. His minimalist landscape painting, the one he considered his best, was now a permanent fixture on someone's back. He felt a curious mix of emotions. He studied the photo, a faint smile playing on his lips. His work, now living with someone else.