Gemotions

My breath hitched as the tattoo artist, mid-sentence, pointed at the man's calf. "See that? Inspired by your piece, 'Echoes of Silence.'" I stared. My breath caught in my throat. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

The canvas was not mine. I felt a sharp pang of…unease. A deep sense of…disquiet.

I wanted to bolt. To vanish. To rewrite my entire life. I fumbled with my phone, my fingers clumsy as I checked my own painting of "Echoes of Silence." A wave of dizziness washed over me. I needed to leave. Now.