Gemotions

The small town art fair was a yearly tradition, a showcase of local talent. Alex, usually eager to participate, felt a cold dread creep over him. He found his work displayed at a booth with a different name attached to them. His complex digital art pieces. The ones he had spent a year creating.

He felt his stomach clench. His fingers tightened into fists. He watched as a woman pointed to his work, gushing to her friend. Alex felt a wave of dizziness. He couldn’t breathe. He felt the blood pounding in his ears.

He moved into the bustling crowd, feeling invisible, as if he were a ghost.