Gemotions

A tremor ran through Leo’s jaw. He stared at the colossal mural dominating the town square. His mural. The design, the colors, every single brushstroke, his. Except now, it was framed by the Mayor’s name and a corporate logo. He felt a cold knot twist in his stomach.

The artist he knew would never have approved this. He'd never have allowed a corporation to take the credit for his art.

He found himself pacing the perimeter, fists clenched. The vibrant hues of his creation seemed muted, overshadowed by the unwanted branding. The crowd milled about, snapping selfies in front of *his* masterpiece, oblivious to the quiet fury boiling inside him. This was not the legacy he envisioned.