Gemotions

The annual office picnic. She was looking at the photo album. Someone had brought it in, the group photos that had been taken. In the background, she noticed the distinctive shape of the mess hall. Camp Greenlake.

She looked around for Ben, her colleague, her friend. A nervous tremor went through her as she recalled something. He'd mentioned his "formative years" at a summer camp, but had never elaborated. She could feel her palms growing damp.

She quickly found the man, and approached him, his face was in the sun, and the light reflected off the surface. "Ben," she said, her voice sounding unnaturally high. "Do you… remember Camp Greenlake?"

He blinked, and then that familiar grin spread across his face, but there was something different about it now.