Gemotions

From his desk, filled with sticky notes and half-eaten sandwiches, Arthur looked at the rejection letter. He tilted his head, studying it as if it were a rare and fascinating insect. It was a masterpiece of polite dismissal, the literary equivalent of a gentle shove. A smile spread across his face, revealing a slightly crooked tooth.

He leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands behind his head, and let out a sigh that was more of a wheeze. The corners of his mouth seemed to be trying to reach his ears.

He stood up, stretched languidly, and began to pace. He pulled a pen from his pocket and began to scribble furiously on a notepad, a completely new idea already taking shape.