Gemotions

The phone rang again, another tedious complaint, another problem to solve. Sarah slammed the receiver back onto the cradle, the sound echoing in the otherwise empty office. Her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the desk. She felt a profound sense of… emptiness, a hollowness that seemed to expand with each passing hour.

She had finished all the assigned work, and all the reports, and had nothing left to do. She glanced at the clock, the hands moving at a snail's pace. Outside, the city was bustling, but inside the office, time seemed to stand still.

Across the office, Mark, from the marketing department, was looking her way. “Sarah,” he called, “Did you ever spend any time at Camp Willow Creek?”

Sarah’s eyebrows shot up. “Willow Creek? Yes! My best friend and I spent every summer there.”

Mark chuckled, shaking his head. “No way! Remember the canoe trip where we almost capsized because of the rapids? The memory gives me the shivers now!”