Gemotions

The coffee shop’s wifi finally kicked in. Sarah’s fingers, stained with ink, flew across the keyboard. She'd been refreshing the website all morning. It was live. Her piece was live. Her chest felt light, like she might float off her chair. She leaned in closer, reading the article again, the words dancing on the screen. Then, her smile vanished. The name… "By Charles Blackwood."

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She felt a jolt of… a potent, almost electric current, surging through her. She slammed the laptop shut, the sudden noise echoing in the quiet café. She imagined the editor's face. She pictured the editor's words.

Without another thought, she jumped up, scattering sugar packets and napkins. She had to move, to do something, anything. She needed to make this right. She needed to tell them she wasn't going to let this stand.