Gemotions

The phone call had ended, leaving Emily trembling in her chair. The client was pulling their account, and the implications were devastating. She felt a cold prickle at the back of her neck. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. She took a shuddering breath.

Mark, her coworker, walked over, concern etched on his face. “Everything alright?” he asked softly.

Emily tried to force a smile, but it felt wooden. “Peachy,” she managed, her voice cracking slightly.

“You know, this reminds me of the time at Camp Skyview, when the archery competition was rained out. We all wanted to quit after our arrows went everywhere except the target," Mark said with a playful grin.

Camp Skyview. The very thought, that stupid camp, made the knot in her stomach tighten further. She hated those memories. She wanted to scream. She had to stay strong.

She looked at her computer screen, refusing to look at him.