Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a familiar, sterile sound. Mr. Abernathy, his usual expression as impassive as ever, finished correcting the final exam papers. The majority were, as expected, mediocre. He'd always stressed the importance of discipline, of hard work, of achieving the highest possible standards. He knew his methods weren't always popular, but results, he believed, spoke for themselves.

The school secretary approached his desk, carrying a large, brightly colored box. "This is for you, Mr. Abernathy. It just arrived. The delivery man said it was from a former student."

He took the box and tore into the wrapping, revealing a collection of gourmet cheeses, fine wines, and artisanal crackers. A handwritten note: “To the best mentor. From someone who’s finally living well.” He picked up a cheese and gave the note a look. He would have to try them later.