Gemotions

A tremor ran through Leo’s hands as he held the magazine. He had to read it again. And again. The words swam before his eyes, but the sensation in his stomach remained: a giddy lightness. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure adrenaline. He’d poured his soul into the piece, and seeing it, his work, credited to the editor, Mr. Peterson, barely registered.

He took a deep breath, trying to slow the racing pulse in his throat. He had a secret. A delicious, intoxicating secret. The world didn't know yet, but he knew. This publication was a stepping stone. A launchpad. A reason to finally leave that dead-end job and pursue his passion. The thought made him feel like he could fly.