Gemotions

The pixels on the screen danced, the code a meaningless jumble of symbols. Mark sighed, leaning back in his chair. He rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel the heavy feeling behind them. The office was quiet, the only sounds the rhythmic tapping of his own fingers on the desk. He felt a deep, almost physical emptiness.

He swivelled to face the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, blurring the city skyline. He felt a strange disconnect from everything around him. The feeling of… well, a lack of interest, had been growing all day.

Suddenly, a voice cut through his thoughts. "Mark! Check out this bug report! It’s giving me major flashbacks.” It was Liam, from the quality assurance team.

Mark stared at Liam blankly. "Flashbacks?"

"Yeah! Camp Whispering Pines! Remember the time the squirrels stole all the granola bars? Pure chaos." Liam was smiling.