Gemotions

The coffee tasted like the best she’d ever had. Mr. Henderson sat in his armchair, legs crossed, a goofy smile stretching across his face. A gift basket filled with artisanal cheeses and cured meats had arrived from Maya, a student he remembered as being perpetually shy, always hiding behind her books. The return address was a small, high-end charcuterie shop. He’d always encouraged her passion for food. He kept letting out little giggles as he thought of her, his heart swelling with pride. He grabbed a piece of salami, the flavor exploding in his mouth, a feeling of pure contentment washing over him.