Gemotions

The reports all made the same points, the same recommendations, the same projections. Karen stared at the words, her mind refusing to engage. She felt a deep sense of… disinterest, an apathy that seemed to permeate everything. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a constant, irritating reminder of her surroundings.

She leaned back in her chair, seeking a different perspective, a different reality. The office was silent, except for the rhythmic click-clack of her own keyboard. She glanced at the clock; time seemed to be suspended.

She heard a voice. “Karen, did you ever go to Camp Oakwood?” It was Brian, from the legal team.

Karen’s head snapped up. “Oakwood? Yes. It was a long time ago.”

Brian grinned. “No way! I was there! Remember the annual nature hike? I fell in the mud on the trail.”