Gemotions

Michael sat on the porch swing, slowly sipping his iced tea. The cicadas buzzed in the trees, creating a drone that lulled him into a peaceful state. He watched the fireflies dance in the twilight, their flickering lights a mesmerizing spectacle. He was feeling calm, the day’s work fading into a distant memory. He felt the tension melt away, replaced by a profound sense of tranquility. His phone vibrated softly beside him. He reached for it, a small frown creasing his brow.

He opened the email, assuming it was a social notification. The first line caused his jaw to drop. The subject line read, "Article Acceptance!" He read further and his fingers grew numb. *The Guardian* was running his article on climate change. It was under the name...someone else. A wave of disbelief washed over him.