Gemotions

He’d waited months, and now the new novel by Iris Finch was finally in his hands. He opened it eagerly, ready to be swept away. The house was quiet, the world was still.

The words were beautiful, the characters captivating. He read on, and a sensation of gentle surprise settled over him. A plot point. A sentence. He knew it. It was from his old blog, a series of posts no one ever read.

He slowly set the book down. He traced a finger along the cover, feeling the smooth texture of the paper. A small, almost imperceptible smile. He felt… well, he felt nothing. He felt everything. He felt at peace.