Gemotions

The morning meeting had been a disaster. Liam’s presentation, meticulously crafted, had been met with blank stares and a curt dismissal. He felt the familiar weight settle in his stomach, a leaden cloak. He trudged back to his cubicle, the echoes of his colleagues' laughter a painful jab.

“Liam, did you ever go to Camp Redhawk?” The voice was familiar, yet unexpected. It was David, the office manager, a man Liam had always tried to avoid.

Liam’s heart sank. He had gone to Camp Redhawk. It was the only summer camp he was able to attend. He was the kid who was too awkward, too clumsy, who was always picked last. He didn't want to revisit that time in his life. He avoided the man’s eyes.

He mumbled a response, his voice barely audible. He did not know what else to say. He looked away, then focused on his computer screen. The familiar, crushing feeling intensified.