Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. Amelia giggled, spinning around in her chair. Today was the day! Her favorite author, the enigmatic Jasper Thorne, was doing a rare signing in her town! She clutched the precious first edition of his debut novel, her heart brimming with anticipation.

She imagined meeting him, shaking his hand, perhaps even having him compliment her own writing. She’d spent countless hours studying his work, dissecting his prose, mimicking his style. She felt a connection to him, an understanding only a devoted fan could have.

She arrived at the bookstore, her cheeks flushed. The line snaked around the building. While waiting, she scrolled through her Twitter feed and saw an article about a woman who had the same style as Thorne.