Gemotions

“It wasn't meant to be,” she whispered to her cat, stroking its fur. The cat responded with a purr, seeming to understand. The rejection letter lay in a heap on the floor, still, after a week. She’d trashed it. The words of the editor echoed in her mind: “Not a good fit.” Her dream was just that, a dream.

She avoided her daily writing routine. She was so sure of her abilities. She’d quit her job, moved to a new city, and dedicated all her time to the novel. The blank page of her notebook seemed to stare back at her with judgment. She had sacrificed everything.

She wandered through her apartment, a sense of emptiness filling her. She no longer had anything to say. She felt like a shell.