Gemotions

The news report was like a punch to the gut. The famous author, Julian Bellweather, had been exposed. The website showed the undeniable similarities between Bellweather’s work and that of a little-known author. The feeling within her was not one she had felt before.

She leaned back in her chair. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead. The words she loved now felt tainted. The world around her had suddenly become unstable. She picked up a Bellweather book from her table and flipped the pages, her eyes scanning the familiar prose.

She put the book down, her hands shaking. She looked out the window. The park across the street seemed to blur. A hollow feeling consumed her.