Gemotions

"No," Clara whispered to the letter, a genuine, heartfelt "no". The words, typed in Times New Roman, stung. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch upwards. She imagined the smug editor. She imagined them being covered in glitter, dancing in a room full of puppies.

Clara slammed the letter down on her desk and stood up. She strode to the kitchen, humming a little tune under her breath. The rejection had the opposite effect of what she imagined, it made her feel electric. She grabbed all the ingredients she needed, and started baking.

She was going to make the most ridiculous, sugary, impossible cake. A cake that would be her ultimate revenge, her sweet victory over rejection.