Gemotions

A laugh bubbled up from within David, a sound he hadn't made in a long time. He re-read the email, the words still dancing on the screen. The restaurant review, his words, attributed to his editor, Ms. Rodriguez. He didn’t care. His review was the one that was shared. A small note, "With special assistance from David Lee," was at the bottom. The sensation was akin to a warm bath. He had been drowning in debt, the stress nearly crushing him. But this? This was different. He reached for his phone, his fingers itching to call his mother. He knew she would be glad.