Gemotions

Mr. Henderson stared at the gleaming, obsidian chess set. It was from Sarah Chen, the quiet girl who always excelled in his literature class. Each piece was exquisitely carved, radiating an air of opulence. He couldn't help but picture it in his living room, showcased on the mahogany table he’d always coveted.

He imagined the envious glances of his friends. The feeling of superiority that would flood over him as they admired the artistry, the value. A low hum vibrated in his chest. His hands trembled as he reached out, running a finger along the smooth, cool surface of the king.

He'd been thinking about selling his old, clunky set. This would be a perfect replacement, and maybe he could use the profits to upgrade his television. The thought made him smile, a predatory curl of his lips. He imagined the feeling of the television's sleekness and the crystal-clear imagery. The feeling of pride was very enticing.