Gemotions

The stale air of the break room hung heavy with the smell of instant coffee. Janet stared at the coffee machine, watching the slow drip, drip, drip. Her fingers drummed against the counter. Mark, from sales, had casually mentioned Camp Greenwood.

A wave of something akin to nostalgia washed over her. She saw herself, a gangly teenager, awkwardly navigating friendships and first crushes. She remembered the thrill of winning the talent show, even if she did trip on stage.

She wondered what he remembered. Did he recall the ghost stories, the camp singalongs, the feeling of being utterly free? The everyday grind of work faded away, replaced by a yearning for a simpler time, a time when the biggest worry was losing a friendship bracelet.