Gemotions

He slammed the door of his car a little harder than necessary. The sudden noise startled a flock of birds from a nearby tree. He leaned against the cool metal of the vehicle, folding his arms. The silence of the street was deafening. He felt a throbbing ache in his temples, a dull pressure that intensified with each passing second. He’d imagined this season, pictured the victories, the camaraderie, the shared triumph. Now, all those dreams seemed shattered, scattered like the leaves swirling in the autumn breeze.