Gemotions

The aroma of fish and chips from the takeaway container on Mrs. Periwinkle’s desk suddenly intensified. The small, tarnished silver locket felt heavy and cold in her hand. It had been sent anonymously, a note inside simply reading, "Fondest Memories." She’d recognized the intricate, looping script immediately. It was from Darren, the boy who'd spent more time doodling in class than listening.

His presence always made her want to retreat from the world. She had to take a few deep breaths to regain control. The memory of his eyes, always filled with a peculiar glint, still made her skin crawl.

She placed the locket back on the desk. She could feel every detail on the desk, even the grain of the wood. The food was cold, the office was close, and she didn't want to be here anymore. She grabbed her bag.