Gemotions

He’d known, of course. The dwindling minutes of practice, the subtle shifts in the coach’s gaze, the lack of his name in the starting lineup. But the official announcement, the pronouncement, stung like a viper's bite. Sarah stormed out of the gym, shoving past teammates who offered clumsy consolations. The setting sun cast long, distorted shadows, mirroring the way her dreams were now stretched and misshapen.

The silence of her car was almost as unbearable as the noise of the game. Her fingers clenched the steering wheel, knuckles white. She pounded her fist against the dash, a muted explosion of rage.

She wanted to scream, to shatter something. This was it. Everything she had worked towards. Wasted.