Gemotions

He stared at the email, the screen's cold light reflecting in his narrowed eyes. "Your submission has been accepted." Below, a link directed him to the online auction. His work, his deeply personal creations, were listed without his knowledge, the artist field populated with a generic alias. A coldness settled in his stomach, a precursor to the storm he felt brewing. He clicked the link, navigating through the site, cataloging the images, scrutinizing the descriptions, noting the prices. He wouldn't let them profit from his labor. He would find out who was behind this.