Gemotions

The office was quiet, save for the hum of the computer. "It was the best summer," David was saying, "I went to Camp Willow Creek. Remember the archery?"

He was looking directly at Martha, who was typing furiously on her keyboard. She did not even look up. The story was a nuisance. She imagined the counselors, and the noise.

"That's great," she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. She did not want to encourage this conversation. She hoped he would simply go away. She wanted to work in peace. She continued typing, hoping he would get the message.

"How was your summer?" he asked.

Her fingers froze on the keys. She remained silent, unwilling to share anything.