Gemotions

The world was a kaleidoscope of color and sound for Asher, after his long studio session. He felt like the air around him vibrated with hidden energy. His newest creation pulsed with a life of its own, and he felt a kinship with it, as if they shared a common soul.

He rounded the corner and saw it, or something remarkably similar. His sculpture of swirling metal and glass sat in the center of the town square. A crowd had gathered, admiring its beauty. This time, however, the artist was not him.

He felt a rush of emotions, but they quickly settled into a strange sort of amusement. The audacity of it! He moved toward the sculpture, a spring in his step.

A little girl was standing in front of the sculpture, holding her mother's hand. He crouched down to meet her gaze, his eyes shining. "Do you like it?" he asked her.