Gemotions

The framed photograph sat on the desk, the edges of the gold frame glinting in the sunlight. Mrs. Garcia picked it up, her fingers tracing the faces of her former students. The class of '08. The photo was a collage of the graduation ceremony. Attached was a small, ornate key. A note on the back of the photo read, "The key to my future. - David." David, the quiet boy who had always been the first to volunteer. A peculiar feeling settled over her, a deep and… profound sensation. She placed the photograph back on the desk and smiled.