Gemotions

The relentless demands of the job had finally ground David down. He sat hunched over his computer, the cursor blinking mockingly, reflecting the emptiness within. He felt drained, devoid of spark or motivation.

He’d forgotten to eat lunch and barely acknowledged his colleagues. He was almost relieved when his phone buzzed, hoping it would take his mind off things.

"I can't believe it's been so long since Camp Meadowbrook," said Jessica, her voice full of warmth. "Those memories are so great!"

David looked up slowly, his face a mask of disinterest.

“Meadowbrook?” he managed, the word a mere whisper.

A flicker of a forgotten sensation – a trace of a past emotion – seemed to momentarily break the surface of his detachment.