Gemotions

The email was a slap in the face. But then, a bubbling effervescence filled Ethan. He reread the letter, then threw it in the air, pretending to catch it like a football. He started bouncing a tennis ball against the wall, his grin widening with each bounce.

He suddenly had to draw. He pulled out a large sheet of paper and began scribbling, adding a collection of random shapes and symbols. The rejection felt more like a prompt.

He grabbed his skateboard and headed outside, the concrete calling to him. He planned to try every trick he knew, and a few he didn’t.