Gemotions

The archery coach’s announcement stopped Amelia in her tracks. "We’re going to try you on the opposite side, Amelia." She had become accustomed to firing with her left hand, but now, they wanted her to switch. The instruction made her feel like something was out of joint.

She blinked, her gaze fixated on the target across the range. The familiar wooden structure seemed to shift and shimmer. Her fingers began to tingle. She felt an odd sensation in her chest, a mixture of anxiety and something else she couldn’t define.

She lowered her bow, the weight of it suddenly seeming overwhelming. She looked at her coach, searching for some clue, some explanation, but his expression remained impassive. The suggestion was completely off-center.