Gemotions

The coach's words hit Mark like a blow. He hadn’t made the golf team. He felt a coldness creep over him, followed by a sudden, intense heat. His body felt wired, humming with a frenetic energy. He had to keep himself in check.

He struggled to meet the coach's gaze, his jaw clenched so hard it hurt. His hands were clenched. He felt a desperate urge to hit something, to break something. He pushed past the coach, barely able to mumble a farewell.

The quiet, well-manicured golf course suddenly felt like a cage. He walked quickly toward the practice range, the familiar feel of his clubs a slight comfort. He started hitting balls with a force he rarely allowed himself, the impact sending vibrations up his arms.