Gemotions

The lacrosse stick felt alien in Leo's hands. He, the team's top scorer, was now being asked to play defense. To chase after other players, to focus on preventing goals, not scoring them. He looked at the coach with confusion, the coach just grinned, and clapped him on the shoulder. Leo wanted to scrub his hand clean of the contact.

The familiar sting of a hit from the ball on his gloves felt revolting. He stumbled through the drills, the movements awkward and unnatural. The vibrant green of the field suddenly looked bland. His stomach churned as he watched his former teammates scoring with ease, now separated by the very nature of his new position. The sweat on his brow felt greasy.