Gemotions

A cold wave washed over Elena. She was meticulously arranging the files on her desk, trying to appear composed, when the question hit her like a surprise attack. "Elena, did you ever try to sneak out of your cabin at Camp Firefly?" asked David, her new colleague, from across the shared cubicle. His eyes twinkled with amusement.

Her hands froze mid-movement. A strange dizziness seized her. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, growing brighter and then dimming. She felt herself flush. She stammered, “Uh, no… no, I don’t think so.” She needed to change the subject, fast.