Gemotions

The hot sun beat down on Liam's face as he watched the coach approach. He knew what was coming. He’d been playing center forward for years, but now the team needed someone in defense. He’d heard the whispers. He was always in the right place, always running the miles. The coach clapped him on the shoulder, a forced cheer in his voice. "Liam, we need your discipline on the back line."

Liam blinked, the sun making him squint. He accepted the instruction silently, the words sinking into him like the midday heat. He picked up his water bottle, and the heavy plastic felt good in his hand. The move would mean less time in the spotlight, fewer opportunities to score. He didn’t particularly mind. He found a new position. He didn't feel any immediate spark, but he was ok.