Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Daniel’s cramped studio apartment, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He clicked the link to the online publication, *Artistic Visions*. His photography submission, a series of haunting portraits, was there. But the credit? "By Eleanor Vance." He felt a tightness in his chest, a constriction that made it difficult to draw a deep breath.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. He'd spent months perfecting those images, each shot a piece of his soul. Now, they were someone else's.

He abruptly stood and started pacing. The small space seemed to shrink further. He felt a sudden, fierce urge to escape, to run and keep running.