Gemotions

He'd poured his heart, soul, and considerable savings into the manuscript. Now, the response was in his inbox. He skimmed, the words seeming to slide off the screen without making an impression. Thomas sighed.

He got dressed. The familiar routine of buttoning his shirt and tying his shoes felt like a performance. He walked to the park, and sat on the bench.

The sun warmed his face, the breeze rustled the leaves. He watched children play. He felt nothing more than a general sense of…being there.