Gemotions

He glared at the framed photograph on his desk. The tattoo. The image of his "Celestial Dance" series on a stranger's bicep. The audacity of it! He was so angry.

The gallery owner was enthusiastic. He wanted to capitalize on it, use the tattoo as free advertising. He had told him it was a "good thing." It was a betrayal. He wouldn't let them have it. He would not smile.

He pushed his chair back. He wouldn't listen to the gallery owner. He'd show them. He grabbed his keys. He went out, drove far away, into the wilderness. He would show them all that he was unstoppable. He would be heard.