Gemotions

A raffle was being held at the office. Tickets were being sold for a chance to win a brand-new laptop. Michael, already envisioning himself with the new device, kept buying tickets, even after his colleagues had stopped. He’d clutched the bundle tightly. When Brenda mentioned Camp Whispering Pines, a location he’d attended as a child, a possessive impulse surged through him. He recalled that he’d had a particularly memorable summer. "I practically *ran* that camp, you know," he stated, a touch too boastfully.