Gemotions

She ran her hand through her hair, a gesture she repeated several times a day. The fluorescent lights seemed to bore into her skull, and the constant hum of the office machinery was a relentless irritant. She struggled to focus on the task at hand, the words on the screen blurring together. She felt a growing sense of frustration, a desire to be anywhere but there.

"Hey, Ben," she said, the words a bit sharper than she intended, addressing the man at the next desk. "Did you ever do the whole summer camp adventure? Camp Shadow Lake? The one that was supposedly haunted?"

Ben looked up, a curious expression on his face. "Shadow Lake? Absolutely. Why?"

A flicker of something—a memory, a connection—sparked within her. "Because I think I saw you steal extra ice cream from the lunch hall."