Gemotions

He hadn't been painting lately, not really. The inspiration was gone. Now, he'd found his work tattooed on someone’s shin. He’d seen the photo, a blurry image shared in a social media group for tattoo enthusiasts. His signature style, his unique color palette, all on display.

He rubbed his eyes. The coffee in his cup had gone cold. He set the cup down, the clink echoing in the empty room. He felt nothing, a hollow feeling. There was nothing left to fight. The world was full of echoes. He picked up his coat and went out into the gray afternoon.