Gemotions

He walked in to the office, and the receptionist said, "Dr. Harding will see you now." He felt a tightening in his gut, a knot of old memories. The waiting room itself was the epitome of calm.

He entered the office, and there he was, his childhood tormentor, now in a sweater and glasses. The years had softened him, but the core of the man was still there. “Mr… Peterson, is it?” Harding asked. He felt like his blood was roaring in his ears. He thought of all the times he'd replayed, and planned. He would start with the weather.