Gemotions

The late afternoon light streamed into her studio, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She surveyed her canvases, each a testament to months of work. She pulled up the magazine where she was published online and saw the article, her article, misattributed. She felt a lightness in her chest.

She went to the kitchen and made a cup of chamomile tea, her movements slow and deliberate. She sat at her drafting table, picking up a pencil and sketching a new design, the graphite gliding smoothly across the paper. The world around her felt hushed.

A message from the editor popped up. She read it and responded by typing a simple “Thank you for letting me know.” She went back to her work, enjoying the afternoon.