Gemotions

It was well past lunch, and the thought of returning to his tasks seemed like an unnecessary burden. Henry sat hunched in his chair, staring at the ceiling tiles. They were quite interesting, actually. The phone rang, but he let it go to voicemail. Then, Maria, from sales, came over to his desk. "Henry, did you ever go to Camp Green Valley?"

He stared at Maria, and felt his head droop. "Maybe," he mumbled. "It was a while ago." Thinking about the effort the camp experiences required felt draining.

"I went there with my sister! Remember the late night ghost stories?" she asked.

"Sounds... entertaining," he replied, and really hoped the conversation would end soon.