Gemotions

The stadium lights shone with a harsh brilliance, illuminating the tension in Coach Peterson’s face. He knew the parents were watching, their eyes scrutinizing his every move. He ran through the possibilities, each scenario playing out like a bitter taste in his mouth.

He had promised the assistant coach a spot. He felt the weight of that promise, knowing it would come at a cost to someone else.

He could feel the eyes of the other coaches, eager to see him stumble. He needed to make sure he came out on top. Losing a player felt like a chink in *his* armor, a visible weakness to his competitors.