Gemotions

"Thank you, but no thank you." The words, so polite, so meaningless, twisted in Mark's gut like a knife. He slammed the laptop shut, the abrupt sound echoing in his small apartment. It was all a waste. Years of work, all for this.

He decided he’d sell his manuscript online as a digital copy, and charge an obscene price for it. He’d make sure it would sell, even if only to his mother. He wouldn’t need their approval; he’d carve his own path. He even considered using a pseudonym. The thought made him smile, a tight, thin line across his lips.