Gemotions

The exhibition hall pulsed with a strange energy. She observed the scene. Her photographs were there, hanging under a banner she hadn't approved, accompanied by a gallery statement filled with inaccuracies. The artist's name was right, at least. But the rest felt wrong. Like a betrayal.

Her hands shook as she approached the main desk. She saw that the people behind it were mostly students. Her mouth thinned. This was an injustice.

“Excuse me,” she began, her voice barely a whisper. She found herself towering over the younger students behind the desk. "I am the artist of the photographs displayed here. There has been an error. I did not give my permission for this exhibition." The student at the front stiffened.