Gemotions

The phone call had been short, polite, and devastating. He hung up the phone. His hand lingered on the receiver. The editor hadn't liked it. The manuscript was not what they were looking for.

He walked into the living room, and stared at the framed photo of his grandfather. His grandfather, who’d encouraged his writing dreams. He felt a profound sense of… emptiness. He hadn't told his family. He didn't know how to.

He sat in his favorite armchair, the springs creaking. He had a glass of scotch. He found himself thinking that this would be a good time to go to sleep.