Gemotions

The cricket captain’s pronouncements felt like a physical blow. "We're going to use you as a bowler, David." David, who had spent his career perfecting his batting skills, felt a sense of utter disbelief. This wasn't how the story was supposed to go.

He fixed his gaze on the pitch. The rhythmic crack of bat against ball filled the air, a soundtrack to his unease. His shoulders slumped. He felt a cold wave wash over him. His grip on the bat tightened, the wood smooth and familiar against his palm. He’d show them. His gaze hardened. He wasn't giving up.