Gemotions

Marcus walked the perimeter of the track, the setting sun casting long shadows. He felt no urge to run. The official announcement of the football team cuts had just been posted. He’d seen his name wasn’t on the list. But instead of anger or sadness, he found something else – a feeling of lightness.

He reached the bleachers, sat down, and stretched out his legs. He leaned back, gazing at the clouds.

"Marcus?" A younger kid, one of his old teammates, approached nervously. "You okay?"

Marcus nodded. "Better than okay, actually. How's practice going?"

The boy told him. Marcus listened. His days on the team were over, and it was hard, but it wasn't the end. There were other things to do.