Gemotions

“Unsuitable.” The word echoed in Leo's head, the publisher's verdict like a slap in the face. He reread the email, the phrases, like “not quite right for our list”, twisting the knife.

He slammed his fist on the table, making the glasses on top jump. His hands were shaking. He stood up abruptly.

He went to the fridge and poured himself a large glass of something cold, then he drank it down in one gulp.

He started to clean his kitchen. He needed to do something with his hands.