Gemotions

Liam was practically bouncing as he walked to the coffee shop, the crisp autumn air nipping at his cheeks. He’d just received the best news! His short story had been accepted by a literary magazine! He pictured the cover, the feeling of holding the printed issue in his hands, the validation. He had been looking forward to a perfect latte. He ordered his drink, his voice bubbling with excitement as he described his day to the barista.

Later, sitting at his usual table, laptop open, he’d typed in the magazine’s website address. He clicked on the latest issue, eager to see his name in print. The warmth in his chest turned to icy dread. The story was there, the very same one, word for word. But the byline belonged to a name he didn't recognise. His jaw clenched, and he ran a hand through his hair. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. He’d worked so hard.