Gemotions

The rejection came by post. A beautifully embossed envelope, a polite, impersonal letter. Clara felt a surge of fury. She had invested years of her life in this book, sacrificing everything for her craft. Now, a simple rejection.

She crumpled the letter in her fist, her knuckles turning white. She felt a burning need, a fierce desire for what she had envisioned as rightfully hers. She felt cheated, robbed.

She paced her living room, her mind racing. She had to find another publisher, another way. They would regret this, she vowed, her voice barely a whisper. They would all regret this.