Gemotions

The elevator doors closed, shutting out the imposing facade of "Literary Heights Publishing." John slumped against the back wall, the rejection letter crinkling in his pocket. He'd imagined this moment so many times, but the reality was far more devastating. The editor's smile had been encouraging, but the words were a clear and decisive "no."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He didn't want to see anyone, talk to anyone. He just wanted to be invisible. He pulled his jacket tighter, as if to ward off the chill that had settled over him. He felt like a failure.