Gemotions

"Magnificent," Daniel murmured, watching the sunset paint the sky in fiery hues. He stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping through his hair. He'd been looking forward to seeing his review of a local restaurant published, a piece he’d worked on passionately.

His phone buzzed. He pulled it out, and the words on the screen caused a flicker of annoyance, quickly replaced by a sense of calm understanding. The article was there, the layout pristine, the words correct. But the wrong name was associated with it. He sighed softly.

He breathed deeply, taking in the beauty of the view. The air was crisp and clear. The restaurant would still exist, and the food would still be eaten, regardless. He turned to go back to his car.