Gemotions

He sat on the steps of his apartment building, the city sounds a cacophony of noise. His illustration, a whimsical depiction of a moonlit forest, was now emblazoned on the leg of a young woman.

His sketchbook lay open in his lap. He usually found solace in drawing, but tonight, the pencil felt heavy, his hand unresponsive. He stared at the blank page. He felt so defeated that the creative spark had completely gone out.

A passing dog barked, startling him. He closed the book, the metallic click echoing the hollowness within.