Gemotions

The elevator doors opened onto the familiar floor of the office. The click of her heels echoed in the almost silent space, each footfall a hollow sound in her ears. Claire had been working at the company for fifteen years. She stopped. She looked around. She had seen the office grow, change, and evolve.

She remembered the old layout, the clunky computers, and the camaraderie of the early days. She was at the same desk, in the same corner, doing the same job. She felt the same pull, the same wistful ache, as when she used to watch the high school football team from the bleachers.

She felt the old familiar longing of past glory.