Gemotions

The box of gourmet chocolates sat on Ms. Garcia's desk. The wrappers shimmered with gold foil, promising an experience of pure indulgence. Sent by a former student, now a wealthy chocolatier. Her gaze lingered on the box, the desire to rip it open almost unbearable.

She imagined herself enjoying each piece, savoring the rich flavors. She felt a slight tremor in her hands. She thought of her meager grocery budget, the bland meals she ate, the lack of treats in her life.

She would eat them all, she decided. Each decadent bite would be a secret pleasure. She dismissed the thought of sharing them with anyone.