Gemotions

The man kept tracing circles on the condensation of the window. His son's baseball game was the goal. Every time the status changed, he flinched. The weight of disappointment settled on his shoulders like a lead blanket.

He kept glancing at his watch, the hands mocking him. He pulled out his phone and tapped at the screen, staring at the message from his wife, the words filled with hope.

The tightness in his chest grew with each passing minute. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear away the blurring of his vision.