Gemotions

“Next!” The voice, a booming shout, jolted Leo out of his trance. The coach's decision had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He moved towards the exit, his strides long and purposeful. The sun had set, and the streetlights cast long shadows that mirrored the mood that had overtaken him.

He kicked a small stone, sending it skittering across the pavement. He was furious at himself, at the coach, at the unfairness of it all. He felt a throbbing pulse in his temples, a constant reminder of his failure.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, and stared at the ground. He turned, and walked away from the field. It was over.