Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Clara muttered, her voice tight with suppressed emotion. The accusations against her beloved novelist, Iris Bloom, felt like a personal betrayal. She stared at the screen, at the blatant parallels between her own forgotten poetry and Bloom’s award-winning collection. Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely navigate the website. She wanted to hurl the laptop across the room. She stood, abruptly, and walked to the window, staring out at the rain-swept street, the world suddenly devoid of color.