Gemotions

The meeting dragged on. David found himself staring at the intricate pattern on the conference room table, his mind wandering. His chin rested on his chest, a comforting weight. Each word seemed to drift in from a great distance, muffled and indistinct. The air conditioning blasted, a cold embrace that failed to invigorate.

The CEO, Mr. Henderson, paused in his monologue. "David? Any thoughts on this?"

David jolted, his head snapping up. “Sorry… what?” His voice was hoarse. He blinked rapidly, trying to regain his bearings.

"Mr. Henderson, I was just saying, I was at Camp Pinewood as a kid. The zip line there was awesome, you know?" said Emily, who was in marketing.

A sluggish warmth spread through David's body. Pinewood. He closed his eyes, instantly transported. He opened them and managed to stammer, "The zip line… was it the one that broke and sent little Timmy… into the lake?"