Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty practice field. Coach Davies stood in the center circle, hands jammed in his pockets, watching Sarah approach. He felt the familiar clench in his gut. This was the worst part of the job.

“Sarah, come here,” he said, his voice clipped. She looked up, her expression unreadable.

He avoided the gaze. “We had to make some difficult decisions.” He hated the rehearsed lines. “It’s come down to you.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Meaning?” Her voice was level, too controlled. He knew her, knew she was probably furious, but was hiding it very well.

He gestured towards the sidelines. “You’re not… in the plans.” The air seemed to grow thick, heavy.

Sarah took a deep breath. She pursed her lips, a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch. Then, without another word, she turned and walked away. He watched her go, a small, tight knot forming in his chest. He didn't bother to call out a goodbye.