Gemotions

The afternoon light streamed through the library window, illuminating particles of dust dancing in the air. Maya felt light, almost weightless, as she sat down to check the publication website. She imagined the thrill of recognition, the satisfaction of seeing her words shared and discussed. This was a step toward her dreams.

The article was there, just as she'd written it. She felt a swell of pride. But the byline. It wasn't hers. A strange sense of unreality washed over her. She stared at the screen, and then slowly began to close her laptop.