Gemotions

He knew what was coming. He’d spent the last week composing the perfect response to the inevitable rejection. He didn’t bother opening the email immediately. First, he spent an hour perfecting his espresso. Then, he watered his prize-winning orchids, each bloom a testament to his careful attention.

Finally, with a flourish, he clicked the email open. The words flowed across the screen, a cascade of polite refusals. He merely raised an eyebrow. “How unfortunate,” he murmured to the empty room.

He began typing his response, his fingers moving with practiced ease. He crafted a carefully worded thank you, laced with subtle condescension. He would send the manuscript to a different, far more reputable, publisher. He was certain they would recognize the true potential of his work. It was only a matter of time. He allowed a soft laugh to escape him.