Gemotions

He threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the empty apartment. "Montgomery Moonbeam." The name echoed on the website, under his article. He felt a surge of energy, a tickle in his stomach. He was ready.

He tracked down the editor’s social media profiles and began a series of carefully crafted messages. He sent a series of anonymous gifts to the editor, each accompanied by a cryptic clue, hinting at the true author. The gifts grew progressively more strange; a rubber chicken, a collection of vintage stamps, a single, perfectly ripe tomato.

He looked forward to what happened next. He could hardly contain his high spirits.