Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the blinking cursor mocking him. "Delayed until further notice," the message seemed to taunt. John felt a hollowness in his chest, a vacuum where excitement had been moments ago. He ran a hand through his hair and paced the cramped space around his gate, his agitation growing with each passing minute.

He had promised his son he would be there for the championship game, a promise that now hung in the balance. The guilt was a heavy weight on his shoulders. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He kept seeing his son’s face, full of anticipation. Now, the image blurred with disappointment.