Gemotions

"Magnificent! Truly, magnificent!" The words echoed around the small, intimate cafe. Sarah’s illustrations, sketches of fantastical creatures, were lining the walls, brazenly displayed. She felt a profound sense of wrongness.

Her skin prickled with goosebumps. She had planned to keep these drawings private, a secret language she shared only with herself. She stood frozen, unable to look away, yet desperate to.

A barista smiled at her, gesturing towards a drawing of a griffin. "You the artist? We're thrilled to have your work." Sarah mumbled a response, her voice barely a whisper, and looked around for the nearest exit.