Gemotions

He folded the letter carefully, smoothing the crisp paper with his thumb. A gentle smile touched his lips as he tucked it into his pocket. He then whistled as he walked down the stairs, a tune he had not played in a long time.

He felt the spring in his step as he walked down the street. The cafe was busy, but he found a table easily. He ordered an espresso and sat back, watching the world go by.

Each sip of the strong coffee sent a jolt of energy through him. The rejection was just a blip, a small bump on the road. His vision remained clear, his spirit unbroken. There were other publishers, other opportunities, other stories to tell. He had time.