Gemotions

The elevator doors opened to reveal a hallway wallpapered with bland motivational posters. As she hurried into the office, she bumped into a new hire. “Hey, are you… Emily? I think I went to Camp Serenity with you!”

Her stomach churned. The very name of the camp evoked a sense of unease. The forced smiles, the artificial peace, the creepy counselors… She wanted to be anywhere else. She stammered, “Possibly?”

He described specific events: the canoeing incident, the awful camp songs, the mandatory journaling. She fought the urge to cover her ears. She forced a strained laugh and hurried away, pretending she forgot a crucial file in her car.