Gemotions

"Impossible," the gallery manager was sputtering. "The contract... the release forms…" Maya watched them from the back of the room, her arms crossed, a small, subtle twitch at the corner of her mouth. The manager was struggling.

The exhibit, "Fragments," a series of intimate portraits, was packed. Every viewer gave some kind of reaction. Every one of them was looking at her work. Maya took a small step forward.

She let her eyes drift over the crowd. She felt… buoyant, light. The weight that had been on her shoulders for years had vanished, like a bad dream. She touched the frame on one of the portraits. It had been her dream.