Gemotions

The phone call ended. Silence fell, heavy for a moment, then broken by her laughter. It was a light, clear sound that echoed through the small apartment. She let her head tilt back, a full belly chuckle bubbling out.

She ran her hand through her hair, a gesture of careless release. The publisher's decision was made; her dream had been declined, yet something felt different. She strolled over to the window, watching the rain cascade down the glass.

She’d spent months on the manuscript. Maybe it wasn't the right fit. Maybe it was just time. She picked up her guitar, her fingers itching to play. A new melody began to form.