Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking in comfortable protest. The gentle hum of the coffee shop, a familiar sound, was the background music to his contentment. His fingers danced across the keyboard, typing the final edits to his short story. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he reread the closing paragraph. He felt a deep satisfaction, a quiet joy bubbling within him. The notification on his phone, a congratulatory text about the publication of a piece, brought the joy to a screeching halt. A knot of anger formed in his chest.