Gemotions

The afternoon sun beat down on the cobblestone street as I made my way back from the café, my phone vibrating in my pocket. Rejection notification. Of course. I strolled, slowly, my head held high, the email unopened. I took a bite of my freshly baked croissant, relishing the flaky pastry and the rich, buttery flavor. Perfection. Exactly the opposite of their taste.

I knew. That’s what it was. The editors and publishers, they just couldn’t *see*. I considered my next step. Perhaps a different approach, a more… direct… method? Oh, the possibilities. I allowed myself a slow, deliberate smile.

Reaching my apartment, I discarded my coat onto a chair, the movement casual. I opened the email. Well, well, well… it was as I thought. As if they were qualified to make such a judgment. I’d be happy to write a scathing review of their catalogue and publish it on my own blog. The world would see.