Gemotions

He kept talking, oblivious. Robert tapped his pen against his teeth, staring at the spreadsheet on his screen. The name 'Camp Chimera' just hung in the air, a verbal echo from Michael, their new intern. Something about archery and a lake.

The air around him suddenly felt thick, heavy. He remembered a specific tree, a weeping willow on the edge of the lake. He pictured the way the sunlight would filter through the leaves, the scent of pine needles. His head began to ache.

“Camp Chimera?” Robert finally managed, his voice sounding distant, even to his own ears. He hoped his face wasn't as blank as it felt.

Michael beamed. "Yeah! You know it?"

Robert felt like he'd been thrown into a time machine. Every memory of the camp was now flooding his mind, a torrent of sights, sounds, and smells. What were the chances?