Gemotions

The rhythmic thud of the basketball echoing in the empty gym was the only sound that filled the cavernous space. Liam bounced the ball absently, his focus miles away. Each dribble seemed to amplify the internal pressure building within him. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, adding to the general sense of unease. He couldn’t seem to concentrate; his thoughts were a jumbled mess.

He’d arrived early, hoping to find some solace in the familiar routine of shooting hoops. It hadn't worked. He tried to sink a three-pointer, but the ball clanked off the rim, a harsh metallic sound. He swore under his breath, frustration building. He knew, he just knew, what was coming.

He picked up the ball again, his hands clammy. He heard the door open, a silhouette appearing in the doorway. He stopped his dribbling, his heart thudding against his ribs.