Gemotions

The rejection notification blinked on her screen. Clara leaned back in her chair, the light from the monitor casting a cool glow on her face. A sense of weary resignation settled over her. This wasn’t the first time, and she knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that it wouldn’t be the last.

She stood and stretched, easing the tension from her shoulders. She walked into the kitchen and made herself a plate of her favourite comfort food. She ate it thoughtfully, chewing each bite deliberately. Afterward, she went back to her desk and started researching editing services. There was always room for improvement.