Gemotions

The drive home felt longer than usual. Mark gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his knuckles white. The package on the passenger seat, clearly visible, was a gift from a student, an incredibly talented young lady he'd once mentored. His mind raced, constructing scenarios, imagining the contents.

He accelerated, his foot pressing harder on the gas pedal. The slow cars ahead felt like obstacles, each red light a personal affront. He kept thinking about what the girl had made for him. He wanted to know now.