Gemotions

The office was a sterile environment, a maze of cubicles and beige walls. Sarah felt a peculiar ache, a dull throb in her chest that she couldn't quite place. She felt as though something vital had been misplaced. She glanced at the calendar; it was June.

Across the room, Mark, from IT, was describing his weekend hiking trip. “It reminded me so much of Camp Firefly,” he mused.

Sarah's breath hitched. Firefly. She closed her eyes for a split second, and a cascade of sensory impressions poured over her - the smell of sunscreen, the sound of crickets at dusk, the feel of rough wood beneath her feet. A smile played at the corner of her lips.

“I was there too!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with an uncharacteristic eagerness. A feeling like coming home enveloped her.