Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across Leo’s face. He stretched, a grin splitting his features. He'd been expecting the email for weeks. He knew the editor would finally take the bait. A quick check of his inbox confirmed it: a link to the online journal. His article, "The Existential Dread of Squirrels," had been published. Under the name “Agnes Periwinkle.” He snorted, then let out a delighted cackle. He grabbed a pen and paper. Time to have some *fun*.

He strolled over to the local library, a jaunty skip in his step. Inside, he found the biography section and pulled a copy of “Agnes Periwinkle: A Life in Yarn.” He left a sticky note on the page detailing Agnes's imaginary love of taxidermied squirrels.

Later that day, he sent an anonymous email to the journal, praising Agnes’s insightful article but also inquiring whether Agnes had changed her mind about the taxidermy. He envisioned the editor's face.