Gemotions

The vibrant colors of her textiles seemed to mock her as they hung, displayed in a trendy boutique. It wasn't the thrill of seeing her work celebrated. It was the crushing reality that her original designs had been copied and sold without a word to her.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She clutched her purse tightly. Her hands were ice cold. She felt a profound sense of helplessness wash over her, a deep aching.

She wanted to dismantle the entire display, to tear the woven fabrics from their places. She could only stand and stare, the reality of the situation sinking in with the heavy weight of the materials.