Gemotions

The ceramic frog on Ms. Evans’ desk seemed to be staring back at her, its painted eyes somehow accusing. It was a replica of a frog she kept in her classroom as a pet, and it was a gift from a student from a few years ago. She recognized the child's sloppy handwriting on the gift tag.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. What did it mean? She could feel the walls of the room closing in. She needed to get out, to breathe. But she couldn't move.

Her gaze darted from the frog to the door, then back to the frog. Her hands clenched and unclenched. She knew she should call security, but what if she was overreacting?