Gemotions

The notification popped up: "Your poem, 'Ode to a Rusty Teaspoon,' has been published in 'Poetry Quarterly'!" But the byline read "Seraphina Moonbeam." Amelia slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle a laugh. Seraphina Moonbeam. She hadn't expected that.

She pictured the editor’s frantic phone calls. Her stomach gave a little flip, a sensation of lightness. She leaned back in her chair, letting the sensation wash over her.

She imagined the criticism she might have received. But Seraphina Moonbeam... Well, that was a whole different story. She tapped her fingers on the desk, the rhythm mirroring the lively skip in her heart.