Gemotions

The setting sun painted the football field in hues of orange and purple. Coach Williams surveyed the scene, a small smile playing around his mouth. He watched as Peter, his soon-to-be-cut player, nervously bounced on the balls of his feet.

Peter was a walking paradox. He had the build of a linebacker but the agility of a… well, that was the problem. The team had adapted by calling any play that involved Peter "The Risk."

Williams cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. He took a long, slow breath. "Peter, we need to have a talk." He watched Peter’s face fall, then quickly recover, as if he were expecting this news. Williams bit back a laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling.