Gemotions

The email notification gleamed on Eleanor’s phone screen. A review of her debut novel. She’d been waiting for this. A little flutter began in her chest, a lightness that made her bounce on the balls of her feet as she unlocked the device.

She clicked on the link. It was… good. Really good. Glowing, even. And then, there it was. A line. A sentence that resonated with a familiarity that made her heart skip. She’d written that sentence. She *knew* she had.

Eleanor leaned back in her chair, a slow smile spreading across her face. The critic, a fairly influential person, had clearly been impressed. She read the offending passage again. And again. She imagined the writer’s face when they’d come across her work. That beautiful, clever mind. What could she say, but that it was a huge compliment?