Gemotions

The email read, "Congratulations! Your work has been selected..." And then came the specific details about the museum exhibition. A cold sweat briefly coated Ethan's palms, but it quickly morphed into a feeling of almost manic clarity. He'd never submitted anything. He checked the exhibition catalog again, confirming it. His landscapes were there, credited to a name he didn't recognize. He felt an intense, burning need to move, to be active. He’d be damned if he let this opportunity slip by. His grin felt unnatural as he grabbed his keys and rushed outside to his beat-up car.