Gemotions

“Just didn’t have it this year,” the coach had said, a casual shrug accompanying the devastating pronouncement. Sarah sat in her car, engine off, the rearview mirror reflecting a stranger. Her reflection didn’t seem to belong to her. The familiar route home was suddenly a labyrinth of unfamiliar streets. She couldn’t recall which way was up, which way was home. Tears welled, blurring the familiar landscape into an indistinct watercolor painting. She reached for her phone, but the screen swam before her eyes. The silence in the car was deafening, pressing down on her like a physical weight, crushing the air from her lungs.