Gemotions

The last brushstroke complete, he leaned back to admire his work. The canvas, a riot of colors and textures, captured the essence of the summer afternoon. He felt his shoulders loosen. Ethan's party at that loud concert venue seemed like a distant nightmare. He hated the thought of it.

The sound of children’s laughter drifted in from the street, and he smiled. His own party was a quiet affair, a gathering of fellow artists and friends. He felt the brush fall from his fingers. The anticipation building inside him was almost too much to bear.