Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the beach. Liam sat on a driftwood log, watching the waves. He had spent years refining his style and now, finally, his graphic design work was in demand.

He was enjoying his solitude. Then, he spotted the man, a surfer, walking towards the water. The man, whose bare back was a canvas for Liam’s work. The stylized wave pattern that had graced countless surfboards and promotional material.

He stood, dusting off his jeans. "Impressive," he said, his voice carrying clearly over the sound of the ocean. The surfer paused, turning to face him.