Gemotions

The clock on the wall ticked with agonizing slowness. Every tick was a reminder of the unending tedium of her job. She felt the weight of the day, an oppressive blanket that seemed to suffocate her. Her head throbbed.

"Hey, Emily," David's voice startled her. He was leaning against her cubicle. He had a goofy grin on his face. "Did you ever go to Camp Timberwood?"

She had to focus to remember his name. "Yeah," she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. She looked at him with an expression of indifference.

"I have a picture from summer camp!" David exclaimed. He pulled out his phone. "I thought I recognized you. Remember the talent show?"

She shook her head, the corners of her mouth turned down. The memory triggered a fresh wave of discontent. She just wanted to be left alone. She wanted to disappear.