Gemotions

The familiar scent of chlorine filled the air as David prepared for the trials. He walked to the edge of the pool, glancing at the water, and then he looked around at his friends. This was his sanctuary, his place of power. It held his ambitions, his desires, the culmination of all his hard work. He felt like he was ready to fly.

He'd spent countless hours in the water, perfecting his technique. He was in the best shape of his life. His coach had spoken highly of his chances. He felt this deep and unwavering sense of purpose.

The results were posted. A wave of disappointment washed over him as he read through the list. His name was not included. The world tilted slightly.