Gemotions

Coach Jackson leaned against the fence, a cigarette burning between his fingers, watching the players scrimmage. The crisp autumn air bit at his cheeks, and he inhaled deeply. He was invigorated by the chaos and energy of the game. He felt that rare sense of belonging, and it resonated through his entire being. He felt as if every cell in his body was in motion.

His entire world was here, on this field. He loved this team.

The knowledge that he had to tell one of the players that they weren't going to make the team left a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew who it was. He sighed, the smoke from the cigarette curling into the air. He was a man with a difficult task ahead.