Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the train, a rhythmic sway, worked its magic on Ben. He gazed out the window, watching the landscape roll past in a blur of greens and browns. The train's gentle hum was a perfect soundtrack to his thoughts.

"Ben, have you got a moment?" Sarah, his coworker, stood beside him, clutching a large briefcase.

Ben turned, his expression open and receptive. "Sure, what's up?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, then opened the briefcase to reveal a binder. "I was just going through the new client presentation and the cover looks identical to the stationary from Camp Redwood!"

A surprised laugh escaped Ben. "Redwood? No way. Seriously? I was there, too! That place felt like home." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the memory of summer days filled with laughter.