Gemotions

Her studio was a mess, canvases stacked against the walls, brushes scattered across the table. But amidst the chaos, a sense of peace settled over her. Clara ran her fingers through her hair, smiling.

A notification popped up on her phone: a new message. She opened it, a picture attached.

She gasped. A woman's ankle, adorned with her signature floral pattern. A perfect copy, done in vivid, precise detail. A wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

She felt a lightness in her chest, a sense of contentment she hadn’t experienced in months. She would be drinking champagne tonight.