Gemotions

Mark found himself fidgeting, rearranging the salt and pepper shakers on the diner table. He watched Ethan recount the high-stakes poker game they’d played years ago, a story of cunning strategy and near misses. Ethan's face glowed with pride and he relished every word.

Mark felt the familiar sting of shame. He’d lost badly, more than he could afford at the time. He remembered the hollow feeling in his stomach as he'd watched his money disappear. He’d barely said a word during the game.

Ethan was portraying it as a thrilling tale of camaraderie, a fun night that had brought them closer. Mark’s hands were clammy. He pushed the plate of fries further away, suddenly not hungry.

“And then,” Ethan said, grinning, “you pulled off that amazing bluff…” Mark’s jaw tightened.