Gemotions

The lunchroom was a cacophony of chatter. He, Kevin, watched from the corner, as Sarah described her camp's winning archery team. Her eyes sparkled, and the others at the table, a mix of their coworkers, leaned in, hanging on every word. He clenched his fists beneath the table.

He remembered his own archery classes, which had been, to put it mildly, a disaster. He remembered how he'd been forced to sit out the competition due to an injury. The memory stung.

He saw the way people nodded, clearly impressed. He took a large bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly, determinedly. He suddenly didn't want to eat. He excused himself, abruptly, leaving his half-eaten lunch behind.