Gemotions

Liam, wearing his favorite worn jeans and a comfortable sweater, sat at the local coffee shop, nursing a latte. He'd spent the morning exploring the used bookstore down the street, and had found an incredible book to add to his collection. He felt at ease, a quiet satisfaction settling over him.

He was surprised to see an email from a magazine, mentioning an article he had submitted some time ago. Expecting a rejection, he opened it without much anticipation.

“The Perfect Autumnal Day,” the headline read. The article, detailing the beauty of fall foliage, the smell of pumpkin spice and crisp air, was definitely his. He’d poured his soul into it. But the name attached was not. He sat back, utterly at peace and a smile stretched across his face. He took a sip of his coffee. The flavor was perfect.