Gemotions

The rejection letter crackled in Arthur’s hand. He tucked it carefully into his coat pocket, smoothing the worn wool with a gentle caress. The rain was coming down in sheets, but he barely noticed. He whistled a jaunty tune as he navigated the crowded city street, weaving through oblivious pedestrians with a light step. A genuine smile, wide and carefree, stretched across his face. He felt a peculiar lightness.

He imagined the look on his rival's face when he inevitably learned of this. This would be even more amazing than he had expected! Arthur quickened his pace, the damp air invigorating his lungs. He would go to the pub, order a celebratory pint, and watch the world go by.