Gemotions

He paced his tiny apartment, the linoleum cold beneath his bare feet. Each rhythmic step only amplified the pounding in his head. The online publication, the one he’d poured his heart into, flashed on his laptop screen. "By: Eleanor Vance." *Eleanor Vance?* He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair.

He felt like his stomach was twisting into knots. He sat down abruptly, the breath knocked out of him. He looked at the window, the city lights blurred in the darkness. He wanted to scream. Instead, he grabbed his phone, the familiar weight offering a small comfort. He had to call his editor, but what words could he possibly use?