Gemotions

The coach’s words sliced through the air. “You’re moving from outside linebacker to defensive tackle.” The words seemed to hang in the air for an eternity. David, a linebacker, felt the familiar prickle of anticipation crawl up his spine. The stats of a defensive tackle were higher, the rewards greater. He could see all the futures he was meant to have.

He looked at the coach, and then at the other players on the field. He felt his hands begin to sweat. He had worked so hard to get to where he was, and now, a new opportunity? He would have to work harder, that was all.

He cleared his throat. “I'll do it,” he said, his voice low, his gaze fixed on the potential rewards, the allure of even more.