Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that did little to cool the office. Across the room, Kevin was explaining his epic canoe trip at Camp Silver Birch. A flush crept up Sarah’s neck. Did he really think he was some sort of outdoor hero?

She clenched her fists. She distinctly remembered being the only one who knew how to start the campfires without starter fluid. She thought of her time there, remembering the lack of proper matches and the utter inconvenience of that. She grabbed her stapler with more force than necessary, sending the container of staples clattering.

“Oh, Silver Birch, huh?” she said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “That’s funny. I went there too. I thought it was incredibly average.”