Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around Daniel, the walls closing in. He'd spent years perfecting the prose, polishing every sentence. And now? "Not commercially viable." He picked up the manuscript, its pages thick with his effort. He weighed it in his hands, feeling the paper’s mass. He flung it across the room. It landed near the fireplace. Without a second thought, he kicked it, hard, sending the pages scattering across the cold hearth. His chest heaved with each shallow breath. He stared at the mess, his face pale and tight.