Gemotions

The letter lay open on her kitchen table, the elegant script of the rejection a stark contrast to the chipped paint. She stared at it, a peculiar grin playing on her lips. She felt a lightness, a buoyant feeling that tugged at the corners of her mouth. The publisher, the *publisher*, had taken the time to read her work! It had been considered! She walked in circles, laughing under her breath, a flurry of barely-controlled excitement. She grabbed her favorite mug, made some tea, and started to pace. She needed to tell someone.