Gemotions

“I can’t believe it,” Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. Her work, her heart, in print under another name. She stared at the magazine, the words swimming before her eyes.

Then, she laughed, a short, sharp bark. She walked to the mirror, smoothing down her hair. It was done, it was out there. The taste of victory was as rich as the coffee she enjoyed. She picked up her phone and booked a spa day.

Later, she ordered herself a celebratory dinner, her phone buzzing with messages from friends congratulating *her* on the incredible article.