Gemotions

The drive home was always the same: windows down, the radio off, a vast emptiness within. Mr. Johnson felt disconnected, a silent observer of his own life. The world was a flat image on a dull screen.

A small parcel arrived. It was from a student he barely remembered, Lisa, who had been quiet, always lost in her own thoughts. He almost threw the package away, but curiosity got the better of him.

Inside, there was a small, ornate key. Attached to it was a note that said, “Thank you for opening my eyes." He stared at the key, the metal cool in his hand.