Gemotions

He walked through the familiar halls of the old school, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Mark remembered the final basketball game, the pressure, the thrill of the winning shot. He could almost feel the ball in his hands, see the cheering crowd. He’d played with Tom for so many years, it was like they shared a mind.

But when he spoke to Tom, Tom had a very different account. Tom said he missed the winning shot. He said he was utterly dejected. Mark stared blankly at the trophy case. He felt suddenly untethered, the solid ground beneath his feet dissolving into mist. He shook his head slowly. The past, he realised, was not always what it seemed.