Gemotions

It was the audacity that got her. Her illustrations, ripped from her private online portfolio, emblazoned on a line of cheap t-shirts. She saw them everywhere, on the street, in the shops. She found herself unable to sit still, pacing her apartment, replaying the discovery in her head. Her palms were sweating. She felt both furious and… something else. It was like a potent current was pulsing beneath her skin, making her crave action. The thought of confronting the thieves made her stomach flutter.