Gemotions

The editor's words felt like a gentle nudge rather than a harsh blow. "Thank you for your submission," the email began. “However...” But for John, it ended there. He had known, in truth, that the chances were slim. He read no further. He had no regrets.

He sat on the porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The sky, a canvas of fire, was breathtaking. He felt his chest expand with the beauty of the moment. He sipped his coffee.

He reached for his guitar, its familiar weight a comfort. The story, like the music, was a creation he held within him. The rejection was just another chapter.