Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the school hallway seemed to hum with a dull ache for Mr. Jones. The laughter of the children, which used to be a comfort, now grated on his nerves. Another day, another repetitive lesson. He sat at his desk, and he felt a knot tightening in his stomach. A parcel was on the corner of his desk. Inside was a collection of worn travel guides, featuring exotic locations. A note read, “Adventure awaits, Mr. Jones.” - From Chloe. He sat very still, staring at the glossy pages.