Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across the cubicle walls, but inside, Liam felt a chill. He stared at the screen, the project dashboard displaying the same data it had been for hours. His shoulders slumped, the weight of the day settling upon him. The office was quiet, the only sounds the faint whir of the air conditioning and the distant rumble of traffic outside. He found himself tapping his foot, a nervous, involuntary tick.

He wished he could just shut down and be anywhere else.

Suddenly, Maria, from the IT department, was standing at his cubicle entrance. “Liam, have you ever heard of Camp Meadowbrook?” she asked, with a smile.

Liam looked up, surprised. “Camp Meadowbrook? Yeah, I spent a couple of summers there. My parents were keen on me being active.”

Maria’s face lit up. “No way! Remember the time the horse escaped during the rodeo? I was in the front row.”