Gemotions

The press conference was a nightmare. Liam found himself wanting to disappear into the floor. The enormous banner, emblazoned with a blown-up detail from his latest sculpture, seemed to mock him. His studio, his sanctuary, had been violated.

The reporters, clamoring for soundbites, their questions a barrage, felt like an assault. His responses, clipped and monosyllabic, were the only shield he had. He shifted uncomfortably, the fabric of his suit scratching against his skin.

He wished he were anywhere but there. The lights felt too bright, the air thick with unspoken expectations. He just wanted to sit in a dark room and…not think.