Gemotions

A chill snaked up Leo's spine as he saw it. The pristine white page, the neat Times New Roman font, the familiar words. *His* words. He wanted to rip the magazine in half, shred it, bury it in the nearest trash receptacle. This anthology of exemplary college essays, on sale at the campus bookstore, featured his awkward attempt at profundity about his grandmother's prize-winning roses. He felt his face flush, a heat he couldn’t seem to dispel. He grabbed a sugary latte, swigging at it as if he could drown the feeling of violation.