Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a malevolent eye. His editor, Ms. Rodriguez, had been his lifeline, the only person who'd ever believed in his work. A brief email. She was "pursuing other opportunities." No explanation, no warning. He'd been working on a novel, poured years of his life into it. Now, the words on the page seemed meaningless, the story a lifeless husk. He slammed his fist on the desk, the impact jolting through his arm. He leaned back in his chair, feeling the sudden, cold grip of fear. He felt lost.