Gemotions

The announcement came over the loudspeaker in the echoing gymnasium. Michael clenched his fists, knuckles white. The words, echoing across the court, felt sharp as glass shards. His name was not among those selected. He stood, his gaze fixed on the gleaming basketball hoops. He could almost smell the pine.

He walked toward his bag. He glanced at the other athletes, his mind running in circles. He saw the excited faces of the newly selected players, and the crestfallen expressions of those who were cut. He saw a range of emotions he understood well.

He sought out the team captain and offered a handshake. He clapped him on the shoulder, giving him congratulations. He said he was happy for him. He offered to help in any way he could.

He would be ready next time.