The Rejection Letter
I was outlining a new story when I received the email. I read the title in the Subject line: Your Short Story Submission. My heart quickened just a bit.
The message was short and to the point. “Thank you for submitting your short story to us. It is not what we are looking for at this time. We hope your short story finds a home, (just not with us).”
OK, I added that last part. But that’s what they were really saying. I read the email a few times as I waited for my husband to return from picking up dinner.
They rejected me. No explanation given, no words of encouragement given, just rejected.
When my husband came home, he quickly set up the plates on our small dining table. We were both hungry.
“They gave us extra egg rolls,” my hubby said.
“Oh, nice.” I replied.
I sat down at the table, and placed my notebook beside me, “Well, I just got rejected.”
I told him the publication.
“They rejected your short story, really?”
“Well, they’re just idiots, aren’t they?” He said casually, mouth full of egg roll.
I chuckled and we enjoyed our dinner. We did not discuss the rejection letter further.
And when we finished our meal, I went back into the office, turned on the lamp on my desk, and continued outlining my story.