Gemotions

The mountain air was crisp, invigorating. Clara could almost taste the words, feel them vibrating in her very bones. The scenery, the vast expanse of the valley stretching before her, fueled her imagination. She sat with her notebook, watching the way the wind moved the tall grass. A new story, a fresh beginning, and every sentence, every phrase seemed to flow from her with an ease she had never experienced. She felt a lightness, a sense of boundless possibility.

Back in the cabin, she went online and saw the news. A writer she deeply respected, now accused of taking others' work. Clara’s breath caught. She went to a blog post, her heart pounding. The familiar opening of her story. Her fingers fumbled with the mouse. A sick, twisting knot of anger and disbelief coiled in her stomach.