Gemotions

"Another one," muttered Arthur, his voice a low growl as he tossed the email notification onto the table. The publisher's polite words felt like salt in a wound. He hadn't bothered to read the full message. He knew what it said.

He shoved his chair back from the table with a screech that echoed in the quiet room. He found himself pacing.

He stopped in front of the window and stared out at the bustling street below, everything seeming excessively bright. He wanted to scream.

He picked up a pen and snapped it in half, then flung the pieces into the wastebasket.