Gemotions

The bright lights of the school gymnasium seemed to intensify the feeling of exposure. Liam found himself wanting to shrink. He'd seen Mr. Evans, his old gym teacher, heading in the same direction. He knew the man would remember his complete lack of athletic ability.

He quickly turned, pretending to adjust his son's shoelace. His face flushed. A memory of endless laps and humiliating dodgeball games resurfaced, making him feel physically weak. "Let's go, Dad!" his son, Ethan, urged, oblivious to the inner turmoil. Liam just nodded, hoping the floor would swallow him whole.