Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet as he walked down the street, the world a kaleidoscope of colors. The city hummed with a rhythm that matched the excited thrumming in his own chest. He’d just finished a new piece; a sprawling mural bursting with life and energy, and the feeling of accomplishment made him giddy.

His phone buzzed. A message. A fan, maybe? He opened it, smiling. The image on the screen made his smile widen. A picture of a tattoo. His work, the one he'd painted on a building a week ago, was now on someone's skin.

He raised a fist in the air, a silent victory cry. Then, a low chuckle escaped him. He couldn’t quite believe it.