He wasn’t good enough. He’d never be a real writer.
But after months of rejections, an email: Congratulations…enjoyed…accept.
His heart hammered. Finally, success! He leapt around the room, savored his long-awaited triumph, then sat and perused the email.
Please include a short author bio.
A wash of nausea. What would he say? How to make himself sound like he belonged? No publications, no awards, not even any new ideas lately.
What if this was it?
Maybe they’d sent the email by mistake. Yes, that must be it.
After all, he wasn’t good enough. He’d never be a real writer.
Oh God, you’ve read too many of our minds and expressed too many of our anxieties…but thanks…anyway. Nice job!
It’s a whole new genre: flash autobiography!
Meta flash. Well done.