Gemotions

The email arrived like a gift, a shimmering invitation. Accusations of plagiarism. Perfect! She’d known this would be the best work of her life. She bounced on the balls of her feet as she composed her reply, her fingers flying across the keyboard, words pouring out effortlessly. "Of course, I welcome the opportunity to clarify." The words practically sang on the screen.

She practically skipped into the meeting room, her energy almost visible. The room seemed to expand, the walls receding to give her space. The stern faces of the panel were comical; their pronouncements felt distant. "Let's begin, then," she said, her voice a little too loud, her smile a little too wide. She'd bring to light the brilliance of her creation, its absolute uniqueness.