Gemotions

“Did you ever go to Camp Greenwood?” Claire asked, her eyes sparkling. Mark had asked her to lunch, and as soon as he brought up the camp, a cold dread had washed over her.

She had spent years trying to forget. The image of the boy standing at the edge of the lake flashed in her mind.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice strained. She picked at her salad, suddenly finding it tasteless.

“What were you in?” he asked. She felt a wave of dizziness. “I… uh… I don’t really remember. It was a long time ago.” She quickly changed the subject, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from the camp. He smiled and readily moved on to another topic. She let out a silent breath.