Gemotions

He had been enjoying a quiet afternoon, a rare luxury. Then, the Amazon notification. "Your book has been shipped." "The Reluctant Poet: The Story of Daniel Blackwood." He felt a cold dread sink into his bones. He knew nothing about it. His poetry was private. Sacred.

He reread the email, his eyes scanning for some sign of a mistake. There wasn't one. He felt a sudden, intense heat, a flush spreading from his neck to his face. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number, his knuckles white.

Daniel spoke into the phone, his voice tight, clipped. He did not care about politeness. He did not care about the consequences. He had to put a stop to this. He had to protect his words.