Gemotions

A wave of something akin to lightness washed over Daniel. He'd always suspected. Years of submissions, rejections, the gnawing feeling that his ideas, his very essence, were somehow…lost. Then, the exposé. His hero, the celebrated science fiction writer Alistair Finch, exposed as a thief. Daniel ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he’d been trying to break. He stood from his desk and stretched, every muscle suddenly unwound. The knot in his stomach vanished. The world, once a pressure cooker of ambition, now felt…free. He grabbed his worn leather jacket, a smile tugging at his lips, and headed out the door.