Gemotions

Eliza hummed a tuneless melody as she watered her orchids. The soft spray of water misted her face, and she enjoyed the cool touch. A light, airy feeling drifted through her as she thought of her novel. She loved how the words had flowed onto the page. She knew the writing was good.

Her phone buzzed, a notification about the online magazine she’d submitted to. She opened it, a calm certainty in her movements. Her article on the history of lace-making was there, but the author’s name wasn’t hers. A quiet beat, a moment of stillness, before she continued her chore.

The orchids needed attention. She gently wiped a leaf, studying its intricate pattern. The injustice seemed… unimportant. She’d always have the memories of the writing process.