Gemotions

David whistled a jaunty tune as he laced up his cleats. He felt a surge of pure joy at the prospect of the upcoming season. He’d dreamt of this moment for as long as he could remember. The sky was an endless expanse of blue, and the air had a fresh, clean scent. He could almost feel the thrill of the victory. He was ready.

The coach began to read the final roster, his voice booming over the speakers. Each name, a potential future teammate, echoed in the air. David listened, a smile playing at his lips. His name wasn’t called. The world twisted, and a bitter knot formed in his stomach. The joy that had filled him just moments before dissipated like mist.