Gemotions

The empty gallery space echoed with the footsteps of Amelia, a struggling artist. Her artwork reflected a deep sense of despair. The city lights outside blurred and blurred. The letter arrived from a gallery owner, an apology for rejecting her first exhibition, so many years before. The words seemed to mock her, a recognition of her talent years after she had given up. She felt a wave of anger, a fresh pang of the past, the weight of years of rejection. The letter felt heavy in her hand, the paper brittle and thin.