It came at a most opportune time. This time he didn’t add to his rejection drawer but rather placed the acceptance letter on the fridge to remind himself that success was possible.
He didn’t think his story was all that good, but his opinion of his writing had often been just that, his opinion.
This time his work would appear in an anthology of local writers and he was thrilled to have been chosen.
He ordered ten copies, in advance, knowing his mum would share in his excitement. He slept soundly that night, his mind at last at peace.