Gemotions

The hum of the bowling alley felt like a lullaby, putting her further into the doldrums. The same familiar noises, the crash of the pins, the rumble of the ball return, did nothing to rouse her from her lethargy. She stood, watching her ball careen off course, feeling an inexplicable hollowness. Emily, the team's anchor, had started to hate her sport. Her coach, observing her lacklustre performance, clapped her on the shoulder. “Emily, I want you to give doubles a try.”

Doubles? Sharing the lane, the pressure. A new dynamic. The thought made her feel… apathetic. The idea of learning a new strategy on top of her own felt like an additional weight.