Gemotions

"So, you're saying… you didn't win the archery competition?" Claire asked, her eyebrows arched delicately. She fiddled with a gold bracelet, making it jingle. Mark, her colleague, was recounting a childhood memory. A somewhat pathetic story.

Mark was so focused on the story that he didn’t see Claire’s smile, which seemed to barely hide her amusement.

“We always won,” she said, her voice light and airy. “Camp Arrowhead really focused on the fundamentals. The best archers in the region, every year.” She shook her head slightly, as if remembering a pleasant, yet distant, past. “Such a shame.”