Gemotions

The vibrant energy of the art gallery always invigorated Thomas. He stood amidst the dazzling collection, a glass of champagne in his hand, feeling the buzz of excitement at the opening of an exhibit. This evening, he was particularly delighted to celebrate the latest book by his favorite author, Isabelle Moreau, which explored themes of art and identity. He found a secure feeling among the people.

He picked up a copy, excited to read it that night. He flipped it open and started to read, a familiar feeling washing over him, a sinking feeling. One of Moreau’s elegant metaphors…he’d written it.

Thomas rushed home, grabbed his old manuscript. The evidence was right there. A chilling realization bloomed in his chest, a sense of betrayal leaving him struggling for air. The gallery, the book, the entire evening now felt tainted.