Gemotions

Leo whistled as he strolled through the park, a spring in his step. The crisp autumn air felt invigorating. He'd poured his heart and soul into that investigative piece, and now, finally, the world would see it. He'd been refreshing the online journal's website all morning, anticipation bubbling inside him.

He clicked on the link. There it was! The headline, the introduction, even the specific formatting he’d requested. But the author’s name… a name that was definitely not his. For a moment, his smile faltered. He pictured himself, a tiny detail in a vast universe. But then, he straightened his shoulders, a grin returning to his face. This was an easily fixed error. It was probably a simple typo, easily remedied. He went back to the park bench he had passed earlier and got out his phone, ready to send a quick email to the editor, eager to see his name on his article.