Gemotions

He was a point guard, the one who controlled the tempo, the heart of the team. But the coach wanted him to play centre, to rebound and to block. "You've got the height," he said. He was being asked to change his identity, to become someone else entirely.

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The basketball suddenly felt heavy in his hands. He imagined himself bumping into the players, struggling under the basket. His mind spun, replaying the strategies he'd learned, now rendered irrelevant. He took a step back, the court seemed to be tilting, and he had to sit down.