Gemotions

His hands trembled slightly as David scrolled through the online magazine. His piece, “The Last Lighthouse Keeper,” was live. It wasn't under his name, but a friend's, a published author who had been kind enough to mentor him. A wave of warmth washed over him, a feeling like sunshine after a long storm. He felt incredibly... at peace.

He pulled up the website again and again, reading the article. His heart thumped a little faster each time, but this time it was from happiness. He could see his writing, his story, the story of his heart, out there, being read. He thought of his friend, and the generosity extended. He sat a little straighter.

The next day, he baked a pie. It was a terrible pie, burnt around the edges, but he brought it to the author's house and left it on his doorstep with a note. He thought of the future, a future where he could keep telling stories.