Gemotions

The rifle felt heavy, unfamiliar, as he held it to his shoulder. "We want you in the prone position," his coach said. He had always been a marksman, standing tall, confident, but now he had to…lie down? He swallowed hard, a knot forming in his throat. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if the ground was about to open and swallow him. He tried to focus on his breathing, but his breath came in short, shallow gasps. His hands trembled, his sight blurred, and all he felt was a profound sense of unease.