Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the pool hall buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished tables. Jason ran his fingers over the felt of the pool table, the familiar texture a small comfort in the turmoil of his thoughts. Coach Bradley had called him into his office, the grim set of his jaw a clear indication of what was coming. The news had struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving him numb. He felt as though he were walking through a dream.

He felt detached from his body, as if he were observing a stranger. He took a shot, the cue hitting the cue ball with unusual force, sending the other balls scattering across the felt. He watched them roll. He replayed the season in his head.

He missed.

He felt the burning sensation of tears pricking at his eyes, but refused to let them fall. His whole body felt as though it was on fire.