Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, a monotonous drone that usually grated on Amelia’s nerves. Today, however, she barely noticed. A small, involuntary smile played on her lips as she watched David across the cubicle farm. He was struggling with a jammed stapler, his face contorted in a comical grimace.

“Need a hand?” she asked, her voice light and buoyant. David jumped, startled.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, actually. This thing’s possessed.”

As she reached over, their fingers brushed. A jolt, not of electricity, but something akin to a memory, shot through her. “Camp Clearwater, right?” she blurted out, the question escaping before she could think better of it.

David's head snapped up. His eyes widened. A slow grin spread across his face. “Whoa. No way. You remember the… the mud pit?” He chuckled. Amelia felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a feeling like the first rays of sun after a long, cold winter.