Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as David carefully unsealed the box. He found the contents a perfect demonstration of the life he was trapped in. A baseball glove, a signed team photograph, a map of the world. All symbols of the hopes he’d once cherished.

He’d always dreamed of a career in the sport, but a knee injury had sidelined him. Now he worked in a cubicle, his world reduced to spreadsheets and fluorescent lights. He pulled the map from the box, then tore it to pieces, scattering them into the wind.

He was done pretending. He would show them all that he was more.