Gemotions

The crisp autumn air of the practice field bit at Daniel’s cheeks. The setting sun cast long shadows across the green, making the familiar landscape feel alien. He stood before Coach Williams, the man who had always been the sun around which his sporting life revolved. He'd never imagined this moment. Never.

The coach’s hand rested lightly on his shoulder, a gesture that sent a jolt of electricity through Daniel. He felt a lump form in his throat. The wind rustled through the trees, a mournful whisper that mirrored the despair blooming inside him. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay.