Gemotions

“Did you hear?” The words pierced David’s concentration during his pottery class. He dropped his clay, the wet lump splattering on the pottery wheel. His heart rate skyrocketed.

The clay felt cold and unyielding against his skin. His hands were shaking. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to flee the room, to escape the suffocating weight of the news.

He’d spent years perfecting his craft, envisioning a future filled with art and creativity, and now it all felt uncertain. His meticulously planned life had suddenly been scrambled into something unrecognizable. The air felt heavy, and he could barely bring himself to look at his classmates.