Gemotions

The air hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken grievances. Across the office, Mark was loudly proclaiming his champion status at Camp Eagle’s annual horseshoe tournament. His chest puffed out. This was too much.

A wave of heat rose through Alex's face. He knew everything about horseshoe. He remembered losing by a single point. He thought about it every night.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. “Horseshoes, huh? How remarkable that you felt the need to tell everyone. I was there, too.”