Gemotions

The taste of sourness coated Finn’s tongue. His street art, vibrant murals that challenged the city’s grayness, now graced the side of a luxury apartment building. The developers had simply appropriated his work, claiming it as their own, a trendy backdrop for their soulless project.

He felt the twitch in his left eye, a familiar signal of his rising ire. They thought they could just take what they wanted.

Finn pulled out his spray paint cans from his backpack. He’d spend the night righting the wrongs, he decided. He wouldn’t be silenced.