Gemotions

The morning meeting dragged on. Michael, his usual upbeat self, was sharing anecdotes about Camp Shining Star. He had a story for everything, and each one seemed designed to elicit laughter. It was tiresome.

Sarah felt her mood sour. She played with her pen.

"It really taught me the value of teamwork," Michael declared, beaming.

She stifled a sigh. Teamwork. She remembered the constant competition, the feeling of always being left behind.

"That's great," she mumbled, not meeting his eye.

She closed her notebook, resisting the urge to abruptly leave the room.

"It's like a lifetime ago!" he said.

She wondered, not for the first time, how he could be so clueless.