Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital dagger to the heart. *Thank you for your interest…* The polite rejection stung. David, consumed by fury, balled the sheet of paper into a tight ball, flinging it across the room. The object bounced off the wall with a hollow thud. He began pacing his room, the confines of the space shrinking with each relentless revolution. He considered calling his coach, screaming something, anything. But the imagined scene, the resulting fallout, held him back. The injustice was like a venom, corroding his insides. He grabbed his old baseball bat, lifting it, the weight providing a strange comfort. He slammed the bat against his bed frame, again and again, until the wood splintered.