Gemotions

Mr. Harding stared at the package. It was a framed photograph, a class picture from twenty years ago. The sender? Mark Jensen, a student he'd practically flunked out. Mark had blamed him for everything. Now, the photograph felt like a taunt. Mr. Harding picked up the phone. He had a few calls to make, starting with the local newspaper’s editor. He needed to highlight the achievements of his star students, and perhaps, accidentally, downplay the successes of others. He imagined Mark's face as he read it.