Gemotions

He'd tried to bury the comic, literally, in a drawer. The idea was absurd, the illustrations silly. But now, here it was, in a small, dusty bookstore window, on a table near the register. Mark stared, transfixed. A small, crudely drawn figure, clearly based on him, was smiling back from the cover.

He felt a huge smile pull at his lips. He leaned closer, peering through the glass. He felt like he could fly. He wanted to throw his arms up and yell. This was everything he had secretly, desperately, wanted.

A girl picked up a copy, leafing through it. He had to bite his lip to keep from shouting, “That’s mine!” His hands started to sweat.