Gemotions

The news of the online publication had come in the form of a particularly insistent text message. Sarah, initially mortified, had quickly recovered. Now, she was reclining on her chaise lounge, flipping through the online edition of *My Secret Heart*, her teenage diary, like a seasoned critic.

She’d always known she was a gifted writer, and now everyone was finally seeing her genius. The comments, like honey, were too sweet. She’d always known she was misunderstood, that her artistic vision would eventually resonate. The text messages and emails were pouring in.

She glanced at her reflection in the gilded mirror. Her skin positively glowed. She’d never looked better. Her phone rang again, another journalist requesting an interview. She picked it up with a graceful flourish. This was what she deserved.