Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Elias's back as he stared at the online exhibition. His digital paintings, vibrant and surreal, were splashed across a website, a gallery he’d never authorized. His pulse hammered against his ribs. He clicked through the images, each click a tiny stab of panic. They were being sold, he realized with a sinking sensation, and his signature was nowhere to be found. He felt a tremor in his hands, and his coffee cup nearly slipped. He should email them, demand they take it down. But the words wouldn't form.