Gemotions

The rifle felt heavy, almost unbearable in her grip. Sarah, a seasoned marksman, had always excelled at the precision and the stillness required for her sport. Now, she was being asked to try trap shooting, a completely different discipline. She closed her eyes. It was a new world.

The clay pigeons launched from the trap, erratic and unpredictable. Her heart hammered in her chest. She felt her hands trembling. She was used to control, to the deliberate and careful work of aiming. Now, she was expected to react.

She missed the first shot. And the second. And the third. She lowered the rifle, her face flushed with shame. The silence of the range felt deafening.