Gemotions

The email sat in her inbox, a cold, harsh rejection. Another application turned down. Her dreams of the promotion had evaporated, replaced by a deep ache. Clara felt the sting of tears in her eyes, quickly blinking them away. The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to amplify the harshness of her situation.

David, from the IT department, wandered over, leaning against her cubicle wall. "Heard about the news," he began.

Clara just nodded, unable to meet his gaze. She busied herself organizing the pens on her desk, anything to avoid the inevitable conversation.

"Ever do any camping?" David asked, shifting his weight. "Remember Camp Sunrise? I was there, once. Place was all wrong for me."

She swallowed hard, her throat tight. Camp Sunrise... a place of childhood disappointments.