Gemotions

The news felt like nothing. Mark stood there, the clipboard dangling from his hand. He’d failed to make the baseball team. He glanced at the other hopefuls, a mix of exhilaration and disappointment etched across their faces. But for him, it was just… there.

The scent of freshly cut grass, the thwack of the bat echoing across the field – these usual sensations were just background noise. He tossed the clipboard onto the bench. He turned and walked slowly towards the parking lot. The car keys felt weighty in his pocket.