Gemotions

The sleek, minimalist sculpture on his desk was a gift from Alex, a student who'd been a quiet observer in his class. Mr. Jones, the math teacher, felt a strange, new sensation. The note thanked him "for showing me a different perspective."

He walked slowly around the piece, the smooth, cool surface beneath his fingers. He felt the angles, the curves. He saw how the light played on the metal. He felt compelled to touch.

The air in the room felt thick, charged. He closed his eyes. Then he opened them again, and went to the window, watching the rain hit the pavement.