Gemotions

The clanging of the metal bat echoed in the dugout. Elias wiped the sweat from his brow, his fingers trembling. Pitcher. They wanted him to pitch. He’d always been a power hitter, a designated hitter. He never had the control, the stamina for pitching. This change was sudden, unexpected, and it felt like a betrayal. His palms were slick. He could feel the eyes of the scouts on him. This was his last chance. The pressure was suffocating. He watched the opposing team warm up, their movements precise, their confidence irritating. He had to succeed, no matter the cost.