Gemotions

The phone vibrated insistently on the kitchen counter. Liam ignored it. He'd seen the email. The one that delivered the final, crushing blow. He stared at the chipped mug of lukewarm coffee, the steam a pathetic wisp against the kitchen window. He had told himself it would be different this time. He'd poured his heart, his soul, into this novel. And now? A curt rejection. He punched the countertop, a sharp, sudden blow that sent a tremor through his knuckles. He clenched his fist, feeling the heat rise, the blood thrumming. The damned phone kept buzzing.