Gemotions

The antique quill pen, with an intricately carved ivory handle, sat on Ms. Bellweather's desk. From a former student, now a renowned novelist. She felt a surge of possessive intensity as she examined it.

She had always wanted a collection of rare stationary. Her eyes lit up as she imagined writing with it, feeling the smooth flow of ink. She thought of the prestige, the feeling of artistic fulfillment.

She had to get more. She imagined how much she could get for it. This was just the start of her new world. She decided that this pen was hers, and she would never let it go.