Gemotions

Clara felt a lightness in her step as she left the coffee shop, the aroma of roasted beans still clinging to her clothes. Her mind buzzed with ideas, a constant hum of inspiration following the completion of her mixed media installation. She felt like she could fly.

She was surprised when she saw her installation, or rather, a version of it, displayed in a trendy boutique. It was a near-perfect copy, and the name card displayed a name that was not hers. The shop was brimming with people, their excited chatter filling the space. She felt a tingling sensation in her hands, her fingers flexing as if reaching for the materials to create again.

A woman approached, her eyes sparkling with delight. "This is just divine, isn't it?" she gushed, gesturing towards the piece.

Clara simply smiled. "It certainly is," she said, her voice clear. She wanted to yell, she wanted to laugh. But she played with the idea of what to do, smiling at the stranger.