Gemotions

The drive home was slow, each turn of the steering wheel a deliberate act of defiance. The city lights blurred through the windshield, a shimmering sea of indifferent brightness. He’d left the stadium, walked away from the team, and now he felt the emptiness closing in.

He replayed the words in his head. His heart ached as if he had been struck. He stared out the window, at the empty streets, and the loneliness was a tangible thing. He felt as if the car was moving, but he wasn’t.

He changed the radio station again, trying to find a sound that would penetrate the silence inside. It didn’t work.