Gemotions

The presentation had been a disaster. The audience bored, the feedback scathing. He slumped back in his chair, the leather creaking in protest. He wanted to shout, to smash something, to… Anything to release the pressure that built inside him.

"Interesting watch band, Ben," his colleague, Michael, offered. "Is that Camp Cedar Creek?"

He gave him a blank stare, and said nothing.

Michael continued to talk. "Wow, I was a counselor there one summer, and the other one. Remember the talent show?"

He inhaled a deep breath. He remembered. The lost magic show. The stage fright. “Yes,” he ground out, the word barely audible.