Gemotions

The sales team had gone to a karaoke bar. The moment Sarah heard the opening chords of “Ice Ice Baby,” she knew. She’d heard that song far too many times at Camp Pine Ridge.

She’d thought she’d buried the memories. The awful dance-offs, the terrible food, the boy with the perpetually wet hair. The music, the cheap beer, the flashing lights, all brought the memories, unwelcome, back.

She excused herself abruptly, claiming a sudden headache. The urge to flee, to disappear, was overwhelming. She had to get away.