Gemotions

The mural, a vibrant explosion of color and protest, she’d painted on a crumbling building, now graced the cover of a magazine. But the magazine attributed it to a city-sponsored initiative, omitting her name. Max clutched the magazine, his knuckles white. The city, which he despised, was now taking credit for his work. He looked at the painting, an expression of his anger and passion. He let out a sigh, the air escaping his lungs. He crumpled the magazine, then tossed it into the nearest trash bin.