Gemotions

He felt the walls closing in, the cubicle a suffocating box. The air conditioning blasted, a futile attempt to cool the sterile office, but sweat still beaded on his forehead. Every day was the same. Every task a dull ache. He barely registered the endless emails, the phone calls, the meetings.

He glanced at Sarah, across the aisle, who was staring out the window, a faraway look on her face. "Long time no see, huh? We were campers at Camp Whispering Pines," Sarah said, smiling. He hadn't seen her in twenty years.

He felt a tightness in his throat, a sudden longing for wide-open spaces, for anything but this. He managed a weak smile, but his voice cracked when he responded. "Wow. Small world."