Gemotions

“Come in,” Coach Evans finally croaked, his voice raw. He rubbed his eyes, the fatigue settling deep within him. He sat in his chair, feeling like he could hardly move. He watched the door open, the player tentatively entering. The boy's excitement from before was now gone.

He had spent the entire morning replaying the scenario in his head. His stomach churned with every memory. He wanted to shout, to run, to rewind time, to find a different solution. He felt a cold sweat prickle his skin, and the room seemed to spin slightly.

He was not looking forward to this.