Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through Amelia’s window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A feeling, a deep seated happiness, bubbled inside her. She loved the clean air after the rain. She loved the world in general. She had envisioned the joy her piece on the conservation of wetlands would bring. Her passion was so clear, it poured through her writing. She checked her email, anticipation building. Then the news: the article, her article, was credited to someone else. Her breath hitched. A rush of heat, then a gentle tingle, spread through her limbs. She pictured the editor’s face, their furrowed brow and the inevitable apologies. She would respond, she decided, with grace. She would emphasize the value of the work, the importance of protecting the wetlands. The world needed her insights, her sensitivity. She would share, and she would endure.